Push him forward towards the moving train.
In one second you stole his grace
And i'm waiting for what you have promised.
Push him forward towards the moving train.
And in one second.
Geuss, Assume from the outset.
Regress into definitive confinement.
His mind slips in this bitter cold.
Your hand slips and you lose control
So I turn the key and press the pedal down.
So I turn the key and press the pedal to the grownd.

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