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The train is so cold tonight |
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My fingers too numb to write |
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But I write to spite the cold |
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And moon, I can see you there |
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You're still hangin' in there |
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Though you are so very old |
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And I'm just thinkin' about a boy |
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Wearin' wintergreen corduroy |
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You're wakin' me where I sleep |
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You're takin' me where I keep |
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Tellin' myself not to go |
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What am I s'posed to do |
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All by myself without you |
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On a train movin' so slow? |
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I'm just thinkin' about a boy |
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Wearin' wintergreen corduroy |
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On the train again |
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Movin' away from you |
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On the train again |
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Movin' away from you |
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On the train again |
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I never wanted to leave |
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The sun has set in the west |
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The moon is doin' her best |
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To light up the sky tonight |
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I look to the moon for you |
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Maybe you're lookin' too |
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It's really a lovely sight |
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And I'm just thinkin' about a boy |
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Wearin' my wintergreen corduroy |
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On the train again |
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Movin' away from you |
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On the train again |
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Movin' away from you |
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On the train again |
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I never wanted to leave you |
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The train is so cold... |
