| Train pulled out of the station,
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| lot’s of time I lost my mind.
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| They say we don’t know what we hold in our hands,
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| 'til we let it go and leave it behind.
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| Can you hear the spirits,
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| calling me back to this place?
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| Oh the voices are so strong.
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| Calling me back to this place,
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| I should have never been gone.
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| Memory so familiar,
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| I can see it all now like in a dream.
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| Following a voice down some lonesome highway,
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| ooooh can’t you hear the spirits scream?
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| Can you hear them screamin'?
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| calling me back to this place?
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| Oh the voices are so strong.
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| Calling me back to this place,
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| I could have never been gone.
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| I’ll never be long
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| Never be long, ooooooh.
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| Guitar lead
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| Can you hear the spirits
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| calling me back to this place?
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| Oh the voices are so strong.
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| Calling me back to this place,
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| I could have never, I swear that, I never be long.
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| Calling me back.
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| Calling me Back. |