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Train set and match spied under the blind |
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Shiny and contoured the railway winds |
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And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed |
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The hiss of the train at the railway head |
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Always the summers are slipping away |
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60 ton angel falls to the earth |
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A pile of old metal, radiant blur |
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Scars in the country, summer and her |
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Always the summers are slipping away |
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Find me a way for making it stay |
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When I hear the engine pass, I'm kissing you wide |
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The hissing subsides, I'm in luck |
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When the evening reaches here you're tying me up |
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I'm dying of love, it's okay |
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When I hear the engine pass, I'm kissing you wide |
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Hissing subsides, I'm in luck |
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When the evening reaches here you're tying me up |
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I'm dying of love, it's okay |
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Always the summers are slipping away |
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Find me a way for making it stay |
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Always the summers are slipping away |
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Always the summers are slipping away |
