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Well, I followed her to the station |
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With a suitcase in my hand |
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Lord, I followed her to the station |
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With a suitcase in my hand |
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Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell |
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When all your love's in vain |
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All my love is in vain |
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When the train pulled up to the station |
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And I looked her in her eye |
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When the train pulled up to the station |
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And I looked her in her eye |
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I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome |
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And I could not help but cry |
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All my love is in vain |
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Well, the train, it left the station |
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Two lights on behind |
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Well, the train, it left the station |
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With two lights on behind |
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Well, the blue light was my blues |
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The red light was my mind |
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All my love is in vain |
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Ooh, Willie Mae |
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Ooh, ooh, Willie Mae |
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All my love is in vain |