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I stood next to the tracks
Just to feel something pushing back
Tearing through each doubt and sin
The train was an iron wind

I climbed down underground
To listen for a new sound
Found a river underneath our feet
Dark and silent, deep

I’m an old guitar, won’t stay in tune
Worn-out, faded, not fit for you
But I want to be played by the unseen hand
To make a good noise in the hallelujah band

There was a place in the pines
A little spot, I called it mine
Just a child but I knew somehow
I know I’d never find it now

I’m an old guitar with broken strings
And tarnished surface, not fit for kings
But I want to be played by the unseen hand
To make a good noise in the hallelujah band

I stood next to the tracks
Just to feel something pushing back
Tearing through each doubt and sin
The train was an iron wind

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