Oh, we could be jailbirds
Lying on the wooden floor
We could be train tracks
And we could be a twenty-two [?]
Speeding down, speeding down
I'm a fool
I'm just a fool
(I'm a fool)
We could be nothing
We could be stitching our own clothes
We could be nothing
And I hope that's how it goes
For both our sakes
For the things [?]
The things we'll never make
We could be jailbirds
Lying on the wooden floor
We could be train tracks
We could be that twenty-two [?]
I'm just a fool

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