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There's no such thing as trains anymore virginia, that's the cold hard truth stop all your crying now, we don't have much use for those things long gone those dinosaurs went quietly unto their great reward the day that we left, i don't know what i expected, it was just the middle of another summer day and everyone we knew wasn't gathered on the corner waving as we drove away and it seemed strange... strange, the effort standing still can take and it's strange what i expected of the world in the first place. our bodies and history get braided together, and it's strange how it gets better it gets better... there's no such thing as trains anymore virginia, that's the cold hard truth stop all your crying now, we don't have much use for those things we'll never see they went coughing smoke into some yellow page of history put two fingers to your wrist and then concentrate count the seconds pass away feel it pound at the gates and try to escape but your skin keeps it safe and contained and it gets better... it gets better... Aus Songtexte Mania