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I'll be waiting on your train |
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When you come back |
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Through the western state |
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Where I left you on the platform |
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Life gets so hard |
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But I know that you'll be fine |
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Stations make me think of my own travels |
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All the people |
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The places I've been through |
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And when you find out they're the same thing |
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As the people the places where you grew |
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Can you promise me you still love |
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What you loved when you left? |
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Will you promise me you still have |
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What you had when you left? |
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All I want is to be honest |
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Like the season |
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As talk about that slows... |
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But there's compassion that holds no words |
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It holds no words |
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I feel it as you go |
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Can you promise me you still love |
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What you loved when you left? |
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Will you promise me you still have |
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What you had when you left? |
