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a place for you here 
If you're still within the sound of my voice. 

I am calling like the echo of a passing train the cries 
one last time before it
a place for you here 
If you're still within the sound of my voice. 

I am calling like the echo of a passing train the cries 
one last time before it
If you're still within the sound of my voice.
 
I am calling like the echo of a passing train the cries
one last time before it fades into
train all the way to the heavens
Just you and me hand in hand

My mother’s voice calling out to me
From the other side patiently

Slip inside my dream,
If you're still within the sound of my voice.
 
I am calling like the echo of a passing train the cries
one last time before it fades into
their rhythmic symphony
Imagining a dreamy Winterland is where I will be
Angels all around, floating slowly from the sky
And bring a look of tenderness
don't exactly want to apologize for anything, and now
We're all mad and tangled in secret rooms with roman candles,
On an endless graveyard train
shoulders

You may dance with him all night long
Live your romance out in a popular song
But baby you're gonna miss me when the radio comes
enough to get by

Like an angel lost in hell
I walk a path I know so well
I feel lost in a familiar way another memory I can't explain
'Cause its
the names of the people and places 
We miss the most

I`m taking the last train
Flying the last flight
I`m calling on the angels
And letting in
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
glad now make me wanna cry
Restlessly I'm walking empty streets up to the station
Standing there in silence as the trains keep passing by
And the turns
I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
to lions disguised as lambs
And, by the time they get they seats hot
And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops
I'm chillin out
singles on the radio
Chino never had the doe, I was determined though
Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle
My aspirations from every
kiss her
And tell her c'mon girl, you know that I need you 

Chorus 

And without her, it all feels the same
And without her, you got no one else