What's going on?

It's gone.

On a warm summer's eve. On a train bound for nowhere.

Met up with a gambler. We're both too tired to speak.

Start it over, I don't know what you're doing.

No, keep going, keep going.

On a warm summer's eve. On a train bound for nowhere.

Met up with a gambler. We were both too tired to sleep.

So we took turns staring at the window at the darkness.

When the portum overtook us.

We began to speak. He said, son, I made a life.

At a reading people's vases.

Knowing what the cards were. By the way, they held their eyes.

And if you don't mind me saying, I can see a rat of vases.

For a taste of your whiskey. I'll give you some advice.

So I ended in my bottle. And I drank down my last swallow.

Crushed out a cigarette.

Asked me for a light. And the night got deadly quiet.

And his face lost all expression.

So if you're gone and play the game boy.

You got to learn to play it.

Right. You got to.

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