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I might seem a bit peculiar
A bit not right
For though I try, I remain a stranger ? not of this time.

I swear I'm almost there
Though I've been wandering for days.
I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive
Where we used to play.
I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate
Where we used to play in those days.

I know I'm with strangers I recognize and I realize my own disowned me. Were never mine.

I swear I'm almost there.

This is right where we used to play.

I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive
Where we used to play.
I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate
Where we used to play in those days.

I never will let it go until I find the place I called mine.
I never was truly meant for this time.

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