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Conductor with no eyes, looks at me and smiles. |
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And he's passing by, still hear my woman's cries. |
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As I hit the ground, where am I now? |
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A picture in my mind, of A crown of thorns. |
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And A fear of dawn, the deeds that I have done. |
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I can't take 'em back and I can't regret. |
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The lord has let me down, no use in praying. |
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There is no way out, out of this train. |
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'cause now... |
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I Ride the train of souls. |
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Which will take me down below. |
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No more tears, no more pain. |
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Hide your fears or cry in vain. |
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I ride the train of souls. |
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Which will take me down below. |
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I'm not alone, A thousand strong. |
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And blood runs cold, the train of souls. |
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The train of souls. |
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Little girl sits by my side, as she takes my hand. |
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She looks at me and says, "don't you dare, now won't you cry. |
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You are going down, you will wear that crown." |
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The lord has let me down, no use in praying. |
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There is no way out, out of this train. |
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'cause now... |
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I Ride the train of souls. |
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Which will take me down below. |
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No more tears, no more pain. |
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Hide your fears or cry in vain. |
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I ride the train of souls. |
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Which will take me down below. |
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I'm not alone, A thousand strong. |
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And blood runs cold, the train of souls. |
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The train of souls. |
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The train of souls. |
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The train of souls. |
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Stations running by, the seats are filling up. |
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Although we never stop, everyone who dies. |
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By A vicious hand, like A slaughtered lamb. |
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The lord has let me down, no use in praying. |
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There is no way out, out of this train. |
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The lord has let me down, no use in praying. |
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There is no way out, out of this train. |
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Out of this fucking train. |
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'cause now... |
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I Ride the train of souls. |
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Which will take me down below. |
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No more tears, no more pain. |
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Hide your fears or cry in vain. |
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I ride the train of souls. |
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Which will take me down below. |
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I'm not alone, A thousand strong. |
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And blood runs cold, the train of souls. |
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I'm not alone, A million strong. |
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And blood runs cold, the train of souls. |
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The train of souls. |
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The train of souls. |
