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Let's face it, there's just not much here

Let's face it, there's just not much here some sticks of furniture, a wall & possibly fear

Let's face it, there's just not much here some sticks of furniture, a wall & possibly fear of the unknown, of change, of being alone

Let's face it, there's just not much here some sticks of furniture, a wall & possibly fear of the unknown, of change, of being alone No one is driving this train as we depart

Let's face it, there's just not much here some sticks of furniture, a wall & possibly fear of the unknown, of change, of being alone No one is driving this train as we depart Tearing out our childish hearts, the remains of the stations of

Let's face it, there's just not much here some sticks of furniture, a wall & possibly fear of the unknown, of change, of being alone No one is driving this train as we depart Tearing out our childish hearts, the remains of the stations of the cross we can no longer bear

Let's face it, there's just not much here some sticks of furniture, a wall & possibly fear of the unknown, of change, of being alone No one is driving this train as we depart Tearing out our childish hearts, the remains of the stations of the cross we can no longer bear Break free the binds to this creation...

Let's face it, there's just not much here some sticks of furniture, a wall & possibly fear of the unknown, of change, of being alone No one is driving this train as we depart Tearing out our childish hearts, the remains of the stations of the cross we can no longer bear Break free the binds to this creation... a dream we can no longer share