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you may not believe it,
but i don't believe in miracles, anymore.
and when i think about it,
i don't believe i ever did, for sure.
all the things i've said in songs.
all the purple prose you bought from me.
reality's just black and white.
the sentimental things i'd write.
never meant that much to me.

i used to be the main express.
all steam and whistles headin' west.
pickin' up my pain from door to door
ridin' on a storyline. furnace burning overtime,
but this train don't stop.
this train don't stop.
this train don't stop there, anymore.

you don't need to hear it,
but, i'm dried up and sick to death of love
and if you need to know it,
i never really understood that stuff.
all the stars and bleeding hearts
all the tears that welled up in my eyes
never meant a thing to me.
read 'em, as they say, and weep.
i never felt enough to cry.

i used to be the main express.
all steam and whistles headin' west.
pickin' up my pain from door to door
ridin' on a storyline. furnace burning overtime,
but this train don't stop.
this train don't stop.
this train don't stop there, anymore.

when i say that i don't care,
it really means my engine's breaking down.
the chisel chips my heart, again.
the granate cracks beneith my skin.
i crumble into pieces. on the ground.

i used to be the main express.
all steam and whistles headin' west.
pickin' up my pain from door to door
ridin' on a storyline. furnace burning overtime,
but this train don't stop.
this train don't stop.
this train don't stop there, anymore.

but this train don't stop.
this train don't stop.
this train don't stop there, anymore.

Description
you may not believe it,
but i don't believe in miracles, anymore.
and when i think about it,
i don't believe i ever did, for sure.
all the things i've said in songs.
all the purple prose you bought from me.
reality's just black and white.
the sentimental things i'd write.
never meant that much to me.

i used to be the main express.
all steam and whistles headin' west.
pickin' up my pain from door to door
ridin' on a storyline. furnace burning overtime,
but this train don't stop.
this train don't stop.
this train don't stop there, anymore.

you don't need to hear it,
but, i'm dried up and sick to death of love
and if you need to know it,
i never really understood that stuff.
all the stars and bleeding hearts
all the tears that welled up in my eyes
never meant a thing to me.
read 'em, as they say, and weep.
i never felt enough to cry.

i used to be the main express.
all steam and whistles headin' west.
pickin' up my pain from door to door
ridin' on a storyline. furnace burning overtime,
but this train don't stop.
this train don't stop.
this train don't stop there, anymore.

when i say that i don't care,
it really means my engine's breaking down.
the chisel chips my heart, again.
the granate cracks beneith my skin.
i crumble into pieces. on the ground.

i used to be the main express.
all steam and whistles headin' west.
pickin' up my pain from door to door
ridin' on a storyline. furnace burning overtime,
but this train don't stop.
this train don't stop.
this train don't stop there, anymore.

but this train don't stop.
this train don't stop.
this train don't stop there, anymore.