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I'll ride that last train to heaven,
on rails of solid gold.
In a boxcar lined with satin,
where the nights are never cold.
Where a hobo's always welcome,
even in his ragged clothes,
I'll ride that last train to heaven,
when the final whistle blows.
When the crops dried up, Ma and Pa went in search of work.
On a train they left, on a train they came back. Eyes wide, slightly charred.
Uncle Baltimore said they went to Heaven.
Since that day, I wanted to go too.
Except I'd be the one driving the fiery chariot there.
@LucyAlays @zatypique2004 @KingCalamitous The boots look nothing like Sonic's shoes though. Meanwhile, Astro-Boy...