| On an outbound train surrounded by strangers
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| I wonder just where they’ll go
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| As the world flies by right outside my window
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| I see the birds in the sky with nowhere else to be
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| As our train car derails and rolls into the ocean
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| I’ll be honest I wouldn’t miss a thing about these
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| Cold-hearted towns and the distance between
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| Everyone here and everything
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| As the world flies by outside of my window
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| I’ll be honest I wouldn’t miss a thing
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| When compassion is dead we’ll drown ourselves
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| In a sea of paper that glitters like gold
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| Some say that hate that it speaks in whispers
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| But I can hear their curdling screams
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| And as our train car derails and rolls into the ocean
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| I’ll be honest about everything
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| As the world flies by outside of my window
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| I’ll be honest I wouldn’t miss a thing
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| As the world flies by outside of my window
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| I’ll be honest about everything
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| With the exception of a few familiar faces this place will never feel like home
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| So we keep our distance and we learn to say goodbye
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| This place will never feel like home to me |