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ghost towns, radical face

I've got no need for open roads cause all I own fits on my back
I see the world from rusted trains and always know I won't be back
Cause all my life is wrapped up in today
No past or future here
If I find my name's no good I just fall out of line

But I miss you
But there's comin' home
There's no comin' home with a name like mine

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