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Are the words by an old photograph'Rustic old doors made by a million years'Waiting for the train around sunsetFind a frenzy like no one caresWaiting for a plan to fallSatellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moonBe there soon on the L train to WilliamsburgWaiting for a plan to fallSatellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moonBe there soon on the L train to WilliamsburgPassing by an old guitar factoryWalking shelves of dreams to referRealize, though see trains see unfamiliarThe working class on timeEveryone speaks their own movieMaking dialog in designer pintsTake to the forgotten placesFor the real world contract, a year of surpriseWaiting for a plan to fallSatellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moonBe there soon on the L train to WilliamsburgWaiting for a plan to fallSatellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moonBe there soon on the L train to Williamsburg From Letras Mania