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I lay my head on the railroad track |
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Stare at the sky all painted up |
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Your train is gone, won't be coming back |
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See the constellation ride across the sky |
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No cigar, no lady on his arm |
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Just a guy made of dots and lines |
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Just a guy made of dots and lines |
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Two years ago moved from my town |
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I was looking up past the city lights |
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But the city lights got in my way |
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See the constellation ride across the sky |
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No cigar, no lady on his arm |
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Just a guy made of dots and lines |
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Just a guy made of dots and lines |
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I found my mind on the ground below |
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I was looking down, it was looking back |
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I was in the sky all dressed in black |
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See the constellation ride across the sky |
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No cigar, no lady on his arm |
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Just a guy made of dots and lines |
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Just a guy made of dots and lines |
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Just a guy made of dots and lines |
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Can you hear what i see in the sky? |
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Can you hear what i see in the sky? |
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Can you hear what i see in the sky? |
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Notes |
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The dial-a-song version: |
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I lay my head on the railroad track |
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Look at the sky all dressed in black |
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Your train is gone, won't be coming back |
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My lone constellation rides across the sky |
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No cigar, no lady on his arm |
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Just a guy made from dots and lines |
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Just a guy made from dots and lines |
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The city lights think nothing's there |
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No real stars, nothing's there |
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My lone constellation rides across the sky |
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No cigar, no lady on his arm |
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Just a guy made from dots and lines |
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Just a guy made from dots and lines |