WheRe DreAms Go to DIe

Long time
Get to fail
Our dream is
Riding the rail

I suppose
Good things
Never last
It stings

Our old
Broken hearts
Love's contract
Torn apart

Like a bird in
Chicken soup
Cuckoo nest
Flown the coupe

It was
Our place
No longer
About face

About face
In time
Love died
Big crime

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