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The day's last one-way
Ticket, the train pulls in.
We smile for the casual
Closure capturing
There goes the downpour.
Here goes my fair thee well.
(Chorus)
There's really no way to reach me.
Cuz I'm already gone.
Only so many words
That we can say.
Spoken upon
Long-distance melody
This is my hellow.
This is my goodness.
(Chorus)
Maybe in five or ten,
Yours and mine will meet again.
Straighten this whole thing out.
Maybe then honesty need
Not be feared as a friend or an enemy.
This is the distance
And this is my game face.
(Chorus)
So this is your maverick..
This is Vienna.
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