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Gas runs down the pavement
and we're both bleeding
As the train passes up ahead
We look back at the lives we lived
and think
Where's the rest?
3 flares in the road
No sirens sound
No sirens can be heard
No help to come
We as humans
Are once more let down
About the Creator
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