By the train window

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Track, track, track.

Those little red brick bungalows

Allotments and flats

Suburbs and leaves

Track, track, track.

Get out of the city,

The sun on a hill,

Cow, cow, sheep,

Old man reads

Backpacker sleeps.

Track, track, track,

Hedgerow,

Corn row,

Hedgerow,

The sea.

I’m gone, gone, gone,

Or going back, back, back

Forest, flowers

Wind farms

Track, track, track.

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