Passengers
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To make a chain of fools, you need a matching pairOne hypocritical fool and the crowd that's never thereThere's anger in the silence, there's wheels upon the jailA black train built of bones on a copper rail
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Company conductor, you need the salt of tearsFalling on a ticket that no one's used in yearsNon-commercial native, it's tattooed in your veinsYou're living in a blood bank and riding on this train
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The spirit's free, but you always findPassengers stand and wait in lineSomeone in the front and someone else behindBut passengers always wait in line
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