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"And their memory is like a train.You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away. How do you move in a world of fog"turned to shit?Turned to things they would never want.It's a world of fog.I'm so nostalgic for the moments I have never lived.Fast forward and it's fucking over.I'm reminiscent of the times I have never seen. As it pulls away into the fog, the line is fucking drawn. From Letras Mania