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The rails transport the mind
and the rails write
the rails create the rhythm
and the rhythm infects
the rails along the arm
the position of the target
the most difficult thing in the position
is the rails detach
I want to grow
I want to change
I want to remember my roots
but not get stuck
in my places thinking
what could be
there around the corner
and that's why I want to leave
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
beautiful is my youth
and a beautiful memory remains
Rails move the mind
and rails write
br/>rails at the time of the rhythm
and the rhythm infects
rails along the arm
the position of the target
at the station silence
the rails are removed
It is beautiful, it is beautiful< br/>beautiful is my youth
and a beautiful memory remains
A beautiful memory of the city
I must not lose
what I once
realized and preyed on
they pass rails
but I walk anyway
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
beautiful is in my youth
and a beautiful memory remains