| I fell asleep on the train
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| With the towering mountains rolling by
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| And woke to the sound
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| Of thunder crashing in the sky
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| The air was ghostly blue
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| The mist was rising slow
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| It? |
| s still a vivid memory
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| From a few thousand days ago
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| From a few thousand days ago
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| As we passed through small quiet towns
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| Crossed miles of burning desert sands
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| And fields of green and gold
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| I began to see and understand
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| The wonders great and small
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| That this world has to show
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| In a way I never had before
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| A few thousand days ago
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| Just a few thousand days ago
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| I had made up my mind
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| It was time to let familiar things fall behind
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| I was glad to be all alone
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| In the middle of the wide unknown
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| Through lost empty towns
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| Across miles of burning dessert sands
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| And fields of green and gold
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| I began to feel and understand
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| The wonders great and small
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| That this world has to show
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| Like the promise in a new sunrise
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| A few thousand days ago
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| A few thousand days ago
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| It set my heart and soul at ease
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| To hear the silence and the wind through the trees
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| I was glad to be all alone
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| In the middle of the wide unknown
|
| I fell asleep on the train
|
| With the towering mountains rolling by
|
| And woke to the sound
|
| Of thunder crashing in the sky
|
| The air was ghostly blue
|
| The mist was rising slow
|
| It? |
| s still a vivid memory
|
| From a few thousand days ago
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| From a few thousand days ago |