In the city streets where I was born
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People bowed their heads from dusk till dawn
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Never realized the potential of their lives
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Till the reaper came to cut the corn
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Some were born to live a life of ease, never knowing suffering or disease
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Till that final day when judgment comes their way, then they fall down on their knees and pray
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This train won't stop ... Till we reach the end of the line
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In the golden fields of yesterday where the children used to laugh and play
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You can hear the sound of hammer breaking steel
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When you take more than you give it never heals
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I can see it rolling 'cross the sky on the holy mountains where eagles cry
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Far from earth below where poisoned rivers flow where I'm free to let my soul and spirit fly
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This train won't stop ... Till we reach the end of the line
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And will the road find it, and will the soul guide you down
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When will we really see that higher love, when we reach the end of our lives
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This train won't stop ... Till we reach the end of the line
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See the reaper in the field, time to get your spirit healed
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Now the doors are open wide, there's no place that you can hide
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Tell your children
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This Train Won't Stop
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Steve Winwood |