Alone on a train aimless in wonder
An outdated map crumpled in my pocket
But I didn't care where I was going
They're all different names for the same place.
Your ghost just appeared with the scenes from the summer
I have no words to share with anyone
The boundary of language quietly coos
All the different names for the same thing
There are different names for the same things
There are different names for the same things...
*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozxruHBozQw
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