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There's a few more lonesome cities that I'd like to see |
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While the wine of wondering is still inside of me |
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There's a few more pretty women that I'd like to know |
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Bridge or two I'd like to cross, a few more oats to sow |
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Maybe when I've done it all, seen all there is to see |
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I'll find out I still cannot run away from me |
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But as long as trains keep running, restless man I'll be |
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And there's a few more lonesome cities that I've yet to see |
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Maybe when I've done it all, seen all there is to see |
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I'll find out I still cannot run away from me |
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But as long as trains keep running, restless man I'll be |
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And there's a few more lonesome cities that I've yet to see |
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One or two more lonesome cities that I've yet to see |
