Ridin' a train right into nowhere nothing left except my soul. My soul? It's lying naked on the ground. Just being tired of what I am, what I have to be. But now I 'm breaking away. Hiding from the day, I flee into the dark night. This is not normal? What is normal? This blonde girl I see, is she normal? I don't know. Maybe she leaves the train earlier. Maybe she smiles at me when I 'm fading, maybe not. By the way... are you NORMAL?
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