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TRAIN
In the back of the car there was a mess
In back of my mind there was a test
Underneath the canopy grew a root
Underneath the sand their was no proof
Take me back to all the things I knew
Take me back to all the things that flew
Crunching all the numbers in my heart
Weaving all the things that come apart
Oh the thunder rips the space
Oh the lightening leaves no trace
Oh if I knew were to go
Oh the train is coming slow
Train is coming
Whoa!
Oh the whistle makes a sound
Oh this life now has no bounds
TingZen©2016
