| Strange voices calling me back home
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| I should not have come here alone
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| I called you from the station
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| The hands of your voice reached through the phone
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| Saying «what took you so long.»
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| (Ride, ride, ride)
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| This is the last train out
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| (Ride, ride, ride)
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| I’m gonna ride it
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| When I get back to you
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| We’ll sit out back just like we used to
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| Sit quietly trading eyes
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| We’ll stay up for nights on end
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| You know we always outlived the lamplight;
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| We’ll get up and do it all again, again, and again
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| (Ride, ride, ride)
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| This is the last train out
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| (Ride, ride, ride)
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| I’m gonna ride it
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| Tonight a world is stretched out between us
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| Before long we’ll be laughing in the same room
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| All this pain will be a world away
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| When all is said and done
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| My mind’s on the tracks through the fields
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| And my heart is racing speed and steam
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| My soul is waking up out of a long-haul dream
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| I don’t care how rough the track is
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| I’ll cross bridges as they’re falling down
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| There’s no circumstance that can keep me away from you
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| No rainstorm I won’t pull through
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| (Ride, ride, ride)
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| This is the last train out
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| (Ride, ride, ride)
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| I’m gonna ride it |