.Last train to Mashville girl, you got on board,
Packed up your medicines, left without a word,
Now you're strung out in Suburbia, waiting for that call,
You just chill out by yourself behind your front door.
You lost the plot again, where you are now ain't clear,
It's a misty mor.
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