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I got lost, don't know how to fit in
On the plane ride, there's no charity
But I dreamed of a lasting divine
I'm just a child on the rail lines

And somehow you are out of touch

There is a ghost down the longest parade
I found you on the lawn on top of sailing men
And I am drunk, drunk on chartreuse and wine
I gotta away with this child-like mind

And somehow you are out of touch
Somehow you, somehow are out of touch

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