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A town without trains
He runs to meet you
Rehearsed a first line
It's left him, thank goodness
And I've grown to accept
that people know the next steps
To and through with letters
that's finished
No new faces
except his and he's oldAnd I've grown to accept
that people know the next steps
Upstream and our stars
under one sky
A cabin once stood
where we now stand
And I've grown to accept
that people know the next steps
A town without trains
has brought you home again
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