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Take the train. Platform number seventeen. |
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It's already running late. |
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I find my seat. The crowded carriage in between. |
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Pack my bag beneath my feet. |
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Now as we're pulling out the station I feel a little kick inside. |
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And I'm wondering I am thinking just how am I going to heal this time. |
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'Til a thought crossed my mind. |
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'Bout how this sorry locomotive can bring me back to life. |
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Oh now hurry locomotive, take me home tonight. |
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It smells like the many who have sat here too. |
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On these seats of green and blue. |
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On my right a couple kissing need a room. |
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An old lady hums a tune. |
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Now as the tracks are slowly winding, |
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rolling through the countryside. |
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I am wondering I am thinking, |
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how long I've been away this time. |
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And I feel deep inside. I sigh. |
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While this sorry locomotive brings me back to life. |
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Oh now hurry locomotive take me home tonight. |
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I'm going back to where I started. |
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Where the people care but don't accuse. |
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I'm going back to where my heart is |
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on a chair built for two, without you. |
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Oh now hurry locomotive bring me back to life. |
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Oh now hurry locomotive take me home tonight. |
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Tonight. Tonight. |
