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   I'll pray to my Lord and then get onboard.

    There's nothing for me, here.

    I have fear, see, there never will be.

    I look all around, there's nothing to be found.

There's nothing to see.  It's all flat.  I don't like that.

    I can't understand, I look at the whole land.

   There's nothing for me to see.

    It's the same, every day.

     I really need a new way.

            Every week,

   a new life, i seek, knife

    I see all the trains go.  

  Am I going to stay and play?  I have to answer no.

   the same can drive me insane.

            There it goes.

         Where it goes, who knows.

      As day turns into night, it moves out of sight.

      As night turns into day, it will be far away

      I wish I could go too.  I do.  I'm blue.

    Seeing all these trains leave.  I grieve.

     They get to leave, I don't.  I grieve.

     Seeing leave all these trains, drive me insame.  

   Every day is the same.  I can't win this game.

     Repeats this week, another option I seek.

I want to get out.  

It makes me want to scream and shout.                

  Sitting in my car, as the train goes far

  Standing by the tracks, attack

   I have a lot of fear.  I'm never getting out of here.

   I can't ignore.  I want more.

  I want better.  All this plan, I want to expand.