| Sixth street, sun is going down
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| Pavement’s cool underneath
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| A vagrant, so they say in town
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| Seems that mercy can’t compete
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| Sleeping in a doorway
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| Near the docks of Oyster Bay
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| Thirteen years and carrying shame
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| Never hearing the voice
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| Of the One who took his blame
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| A whisper, he raised his head
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| Surrendered out, do you believe?
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| Are you ready to ride the train?
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| Abandoned not by Love, you’ll see
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| If you’re ready to ride
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| A one piece paper suitcase
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| A past whose future was foretold
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| A life not made for dying
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| Instead the mystery began to unfold
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| Unfolding, he raised his head
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| Surrendered out, do you believe?
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| Are you ready to ride the train?
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| Abandoned not by Love, you’ll see
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| If you’re ready to ride
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| Born into despair, an orphan child
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| Will You care for me?
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| And like the train that saved me
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| Adopted by love eternally
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| Opening His arms He wants you rich
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| You poor, you black, you white
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| Receive His love that runs so deep
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| And high, and long, and wide
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| Surrendered out, do you believe?
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| Are you ready to ride the train? |
| Abandoned not by Love, you’ll see
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| If you’re ready to ride |