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I've just taken a seat on the train |
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I walked through busy streets down a shadowy lane |
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I just bought my ticket for the ride |
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There's no turning back now, no matter what I decide |
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Steel body moves fast, hinges pounding against the ground |
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I sink into my seat and I pray for it to speed up |
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While I wish it would slow down |
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My body quivers with anticipation for what lies ahead |
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Wood is thrown onto the fire that cries out to be fed |
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Mist shrouds the dawn, so ahead I cannot see |
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The train it moves ever forward into the misty sea |
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There's so many faces |
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But most of the time I feel so alone |
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There's so many places |
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Will I ever stop and know my own home |
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I know I'm gonna get there |
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But I'm not sure when |
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Nor do I know where I'm going |
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So I won't pretend |
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I cannot see beyond the horizon |
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Nor around the bend |
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The train it moves ever forward |
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Without a seeming end |
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Out of one window, I saw rain |
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I looked through the other, and I felt the warm suns rays |
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The wind, it gently blew across my weary shoulder |
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And time whispered in my ear |
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'Child, you're just gonna keep getting older' |
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But I've done nothing more |
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Than take a seat on this here, train |
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Yet my life turned upside down and only |
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Only the little things remain |
