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I hopped on
The train of glory
To peaks I'd never been
I hopped off
A mile away from sin
I found out
Just how life had been
Took to stealing
Made my way of living
Bitter and cold soul
What was lost and unforgiven
All this joy I had found
Was always misgiven
Downwards I was bound
And so much evil I had found
Running through some addiction
Anything was ripe for picking
Till I cursed my existence
I was washed
Down on the river
It was there I found
All things I had been missing
Me and the shamefuls
Songs of love and lies abound
Freed from my condition
Lost the train of glory
But here I found a new mission
And when the next train runs
And Sunday morning comes
Truth won't be lost
And we still got time for vision
Utilizing our intuition
Exalted from inhibitions
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