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On the rails
On the rails
On the road, straight and narrow
Today until tomorrow
Never change
On the plain
On the plateau
On the level headed at me
Something from somewhere high
I hear the same
I do not see
I hear my only stimulation
My only luxury
My only luxury
No more toast and cozy
Cocoon from senses I no longer need
Hypnotized and easy
And so a little goes quite crazy while I sleep
While I sleep
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