Just a simple guy flying somewhere away Who will follow me?
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005
When it's quiet out here A hundred miles away You can hear the train on the line The whistle blows just to break the silence I wave just to break the time I close my eyes I think of runnin' water I think of runnin' away But the fires burnt to ashes And it's darker than before But I can see as clear as day If I'm not here in the morning I'll cry a river of tears I'll learn to live in a new town But my heart is staying here
