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Frisco's a mile long away |
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You can afford to fly |
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But it might as well be the moon, |
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Lord, when you're as broke as I. |
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Here I sit with my head in my hands |
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Watching the trains roll by |
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Lord, the Helping Hand Mission man warned me |
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That the nights here got cold. |
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When you're cold there's nothing as welcome as sunshine |
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When you're dry there's nothing as welcome as rain |
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When you're alone there's nothing as slow as passin' time |
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When you're afoot Lord there's nothing as fast as a train. |
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Old Frisco's a mighty rich city |
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Now that ain't no lie |
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Well, they have some buildings |
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That reach nearly a mile in the sky. |
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Everyone's so busy they can't tell me the reason why |
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Here's a world full of people so damn many people alone |
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When you're alone life just don't seem worth living |
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While you're alive gotta learn to live with the pain. |
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You've been grown for so long |
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There's no one left who'll forgive |
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You find yourself searching your mind |
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For the links to the chain. |
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When you're cold there's nothing as welcome as sunshine |
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When you're dry there's nothing as welcome as rain |
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When you're alone there's nothing as slow as passin' time |
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When you're afoot Lord there's nothing as fast as a train |
