It's getting hard to realize
A sense of self in other eyes
It's us and them
Do people even know why
Their backs are up in crazy times?
The we is dead
Trash fire bummers cry a river for the drunken boy and girls
Trash fire bummers and a river cried for every boy and girl
We're rolling by in washed up waves
Back into your everyday
Counting stops along the blue line
Trash fire bummers and a river cried for every boy and girl
Never shown how
You'd never know now
The places you return to don't exist
Rolling by in washed up waves
Back into your everyday
Counting stops along the blue line
There's nothing left here to be saved
Just barreling dogs and barking trains
Another year lost to the blue line
Trash fire bummers cry a river for the drunken boy and girl
Trash fire bummers and a river cried for every boy and girl
Never shown how
You'll never know now
Give in to your reasons to resist
Rolling by in washed up waves
Back into your everyday
Counting stops along the blue line
There's nothing here left to be saved
The barreling dogs and barking trains
Another year lost to the blue line
The blue
The blue line
The blue line
The blue line
The blue line
The blue line
The blue line
The blue line
The blue line
Trash fire bummers cry a river for the drunken boy and girl
The blue line
The blue line
Trash fire bummers cry a river for the drunken boy and girl
The blue line
The blue line
Trash fire bummers cry a river for the drunken boy and girl
The blue line
For every boy and girl, the blue line
Trash fire bummers cry a river for the drunken boy and girl
For every boy and girl, the blue line
For every boy and girl
"This is blue line train to downtown and forest park"
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