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Tie me to the track with my ear to the rail |
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But wait for the very last moment to save me |
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Or we could fight on top like a Western |
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Jump from car to car, not noticing the tunnel is approaching |
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And when were' in the tunnel you become another person |
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And we lay down and let the darkness enfold us |
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Trains, I wish I was on that train |
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I wish I was on that train with you |
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Trains, there's something about a train |
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That always makes me think of you , think of you |
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On the Peking to Paris, you're a sculptor, I'm an heiress |
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I'm running from my husband, you're running from the law |
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But there's agents at the border so I hide you in my cabin |
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Of course I let you spend the night not knowing who you are |
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And when I let you out, you become another person |
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And we lay down and let the darkness enfold us |
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Trains, I wish I was on that train |
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I wish I was on that train with you |
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Trains, there's something about a train |
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That always makes me think of you , think of you |
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Wish I was on that train |
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Wish I was on that train |
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Wish I was on that train with you |
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We're two hobos on the box car, you and your five o'clock shadow |
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Me and my harmonica and a duffel on a stick |
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Or you're a soldier coming back from the war |
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I'm th elover waiting on the platform |
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It's so steamy you're not sure it's me waving |
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And when I close my eyes, I become another person |
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And we lay down and let the darkness enfold us |
