I hear a train that's coming rolling down the trakcs.
The heated coal is bring back all that my heart lacks, and it feels like home.
The rythm has haunted me for miles, and miles, and miles.
I've been away for a long, long, long time.
Still it feels like home.
The railroad tracks are calling me back home.
The locomotive is the leader of my packs.
300 people that are never turning back.
Still it feels like home.
The end is burning, now we're closing to the end.
The tracks are stopping, we will never be seen again.
I think we found our home.
The railroad tracks are calling me back.

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