Throwing bottles at the train
Nothing better left to do
All the options bled away
now that’s it’s down to just the two
the moon is falling down
but it’s a long walk home
and there’s a dim lit place nearby with
dishes cleaner than our own
we’ve got nothing
we’ve got nothing
we’ve got nothing
nothing to lose
nothing to prove
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