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I took a trip on a train, and I thought about you. |
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I passed a shadowy lane, and I thought about you. |
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Two or three cars parked under the stars, a windin' stream. |
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Moon shining down on some little town |
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And with each beam, the same old dream. |
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And every stop that we made, oh I thought about you. |
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And when I pulled down the shade, then I really felt blue. |
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I peaked through the crack and looked at the track, |
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The one goin' back to you, and what did I do? |
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I thought about you. |
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There were two or three cars parked under the stars, a windin' stream. |
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Moon shining down on some little town |
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And with each beam, the same old dream. |
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And then I peaked through the crack and I looked at that track, |
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The one goin' back to you, and what did I do? |
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I thought about you. |
