8.Show Yourself
And I will skim, my little sail,
My friends all shivering on the rails.
Show yourself.
Show yourself.
Floating ten feet above the ground,
Twelve millionaires coughing up clouds.
Get them out.
Show yourself.
Train across the island spitting steam.
Six stations of a snowy screen.
Show yourself.
Show yourself.
Outside the fields of silver trash,
The city trembles all when slashed.
Come on out
Show yourself.
I've had enough.
I can see him almost now.
There is no one there to help you.
There is no one there to hold you, let it go.
I've felt enough.
Can't really feel it anymore.
And I know I'm closing off as it gets colder.
Can I call out like before？
Show yourself.
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