Alone on a train aimless in wonder
An outdated map crumbled in my pocket
But I didn\'t care where I was going
\'Cause they\'re all different names for the same place.
The coast disappeared when the sea drowned the sun
And I knew no words to share with anyone
The boundaries of language I quietly cursed
And all the different names for the same thing
There are different names for the same things
There are different names for the same things...
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