Packed a last few shirts into a bloated suitcase
The last glimpse [bad word] and a ticking clock face 
i swear those hands move faster every day
I'm more confused than ever but i don't beg or pray
cause the sparkling light from morning sun
is all we should need to feel warm 

I reach the station with just minutes to spair
I glance at my watch time's going faster this days i swear
Eyes focus up now on the train timetable board
There's only two platforms to be explored
it's then that i admited to myself
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that i'm lost oh lost
beyond the constellations that guide me

There's a train at 12 (twelve)
Destination - Disaster [bad word] on time
as [bad word] faster
On platfom two 
Is destination to sustainability
It's the delayed thow
It's was supposed to arrive at 11:50 (eleven fifty)
Platform one it says stand behind the yellow line
by I sat on the platform edge and just stare at the time
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My mind wanders back to the oblivious existance
I'm all choked up now with the thread of distance
As the train bound for disaster chokes up for the station
I don't board on other side cause i decide it's wrong destination
but the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen
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And then I realise that

We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks
and we have to squad out and we have to watch each others backs 
if forgivness is our torch and imagination our sword 
We have tied the rope to pay and such open the minds of the poorAnd we'll saw world so equalent free Every inch of this Earth is yours all the land and all the sea 
Imaginary strictions by the climate and the weather
And we can explore space together
Forever
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