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While riding on a train goin' west, |
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I fell asleep for to take my rest. |
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I dreamed a dream that made me sad, |
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Concerning myself and the first few friends I had. |
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With half-damp eyes I stared to the room |
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Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon, |
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Where we together weathered many a storm, |
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Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn. |
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By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung, |
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Our words were told, our songs were sung, |
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Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied |
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Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside. |
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With haunted hearts through the heat and cold, |
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We never thought we could ever get old. |
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We thought we could sit forever in fun |
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But our chances really was a million to one. |
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As easy it was to tell black from white, |
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It was all that easy to tell wrong from right. |
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And our choices were few and the thought never hit |
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That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split. |
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How many a year has passed and gone, |
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And many a gamble has been lost and won, |
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And many a road taken by many a friend, |
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And each one I've never seen again. |
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I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, |
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That we could sit simply in that room again. |
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Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat, |
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I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that. |
