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I'm always running behind the time |
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Just like this train |
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Shaking into town |
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With the brakes complaining |
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I used to count lovers like railroad cars |
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I counted them on my side |
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Lately I don't count on nothing |
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I just let things slide |
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The station master's shuffling cards |
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Boxcars are banging in the yards |
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Jealous lovin'll make you crazy |
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If you can't find your goodness |
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'Cause you lost your heart |
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I went looking for a cause |
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Or a strong cat without claws |
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Or any reason to resume |
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And I found this empty seat |
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In this crowded waiting room |
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Everybody waiting |
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Old man sleeping on his bags |
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Women with that teased up kind of hair |
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Kids with the jitters in their legs |
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And those wide, wide open stares |
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And the kids got cokes and chocolate bars |
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There's a thin man smoking a fat cigar |
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Jealous lovin'll make you crazy |
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If you can't find your goodness |
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'Cause you've lost your heart |
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What are you going to do now? |
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You've got no one to give your love too |
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Well, I've got this birth and this roll down blind |
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I've got this fold up sink |
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And these rocks and these cactus going by |
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And a bottle of German wine to drink |
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Settle down into the clickety clack |
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With the clouds and the stars to read |
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Dreaming of the pleasure I'm going to have |
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Watching your hairline recede my vain darling |
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Watching your hair and clouds and stars |
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I'm rocking away in a sleeping car |
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This jealous lovin's bound to make me crazy |
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I can't find my goodness, I lost my heart |
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Oh sour grapes because I lost my heart |