Well I don't know where I'm goin'.
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But I do know where I've been.
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And I know that where I am just ain' the place.
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I can hear that whistle blowin'.
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A callin' me back home.
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To where I can hear your voice and see your face.
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I've got a lot of nothin'.
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To show for where I've been.
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Got an empty heart and empty pockets too.
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But they say that you'll have mercy.
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On a weak ol' boy like me.
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And I'm hopin' and I'm prayin' that it's true.
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Been gone so long I don't know the way back home and feelin' blue.
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Well I reach in my back pocket and much to my surprise.
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I find a ticket for a train right back to you.
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Well I seem to have lost sight.
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Of all that I held dear.
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Black and white has turned to gray I can't see through.
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But I know up in my knower.
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That You are all that matters.
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That's why I'm puttin' all my hope in you.
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Train Back To You
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| War Rocket Ajax |
