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Devils dressed as guards along the platform
Angels holding paper cups for change
Carriage full of faces so familiar
Watching as you take your place

All aboard

Every stop a strange, distorted memory
Choices, wounds, and horrors you curate
Riding to arrive at some affection
Over tracks of your mistakes

All aboard

Don′t look back and don't look down
Through the detour underground
Soon we′ll reach the final stop
For the living, for the lost

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