I've got no need for open roads cause all I own fits on my backI see the world from rusted trains and always know I won't be backCause all my life is wrapped up in todayNo past or future hereIf I find my name's no good I just fall out of lineBut I miss youBut there's comin' homeThere's no comin' home with a name like mine
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