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tcr! - dead at fifty-six - way station, 2:28

tcr! - dead at fifty-six - plastic masking tape, 3:15



Lyrics

So I wait at the way station
Wish I knew what for

She says we’re nothing more than frauds
In this hollow little world of ours
She sits and screams depravity
Flows through her veins, it’s plain to see

This is not reality
And if it is it’s not for me
This is not reality
And if it is it’s not for me

I have dropped like a doll upon the floor
Discarded my dreams the day before
As I did my hopes the week before
As I done my life until there was no more

So I wait at the way station
Wish I knew what for
So I wait at the way station
Wish I knew what for

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