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Written by: myles goodwyn
I read the colors this mornin'I read the colors today
About a man who left from nowhere to be someone
And every day he has to pay in every way
I met a man from new york city
He spoke of things I've yet to find
A good man driven from his homeland
Tryin' to find some piece of mind
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
It's a fast train
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