By the grace of God, I do not rest at all.
A few more hours, then it's time to go.
As my train rolls down the East Coast,
I wonder how you'll keep warm.
It's too late to cry, too broken to move on.
As my train rolls down the East Coast,
I wonder how you'll keep warm.
It's too late to cry, too broken to move on.
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