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The sun slips through the broken blinds |
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Through the dusty panes |
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And casts a shadow across the bed |
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Where you and I once lay |
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Your perfume lingers though you've gone |
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My poor ol' heart will break |
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I'm lonesome as the whistle |
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On the evening train |
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The jukebox plays a sad old song |
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I pray to God above |
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That you'll come riding back to me |
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On a train of love |
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I walk down to the station |
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And watch the trains go by |
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And stare into my coffee |
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Just looking for a sign |
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That one day you'll step off that train |
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And forgive me for my crimes |
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Take my hand and walk with me |
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Till the end of the line |
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The jukebox plays a sad old song |
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I pray to God above |
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That you'll come riding back to me |
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On a train of love |
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I never knew I was lucky |
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Till my luck all slipped away |
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I gambled with the Devil |
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And the Devil made me pay |
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My dreams never came true |
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Like the roses never bloomed |
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They withered and they died |
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In this empty room |
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The light is gone, the night is here |
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The day is left behind |
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The rumble of a distant train |
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Slithers through my mind |
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Your photograph is faded |
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But the memory still remains |
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Your eyes burn in the tail lights |
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On the midnight train |
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The jukebox plays a sad old song |
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I pray to God above |
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That you'll come riding back to me |
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On a train of love |
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The jukebox plays a sad old song |
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I pray to God above |
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That you'll come riding back to me |
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On a train of love |
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Train of love, train of love |
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The jukebox plays a sad old song |
|
I pray to God above |
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That you'll come riding back to me |
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On a train of love |
|
The jukebox plays a sad old song |
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I pray to God above |
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That you'll come riding back to me |
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On a train of love |
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Train of love, train of love, train of love |
