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I know that you've been feeling tired |
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I hear your voice is wearing thin |
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I know you've slept so many places in the past few days |
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You can't remember just what bed you're in |
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There's something familiar about this room |
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Anywhere you go, it's just like you've been there before |
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'Cause if you want to step outside this body and this world |
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You're going to have to go through a different kind of door |
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And this train only runs in summertime |
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The children have been let out of school |
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You haven't packed, the bottoms of your shoes are cracked |
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But your passport has been kissed by the holy fool |
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He's smiling, cross-eyed, barefoot, dressed in rags |
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Bent down, talking to the crows |
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He's got no words to tell you, just some magic beans to sell you |
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Plant them and in time the tracks will grow |
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And this train only runs in summertime |
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Parents are lying beside the pool |
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The cup is cracked, it's broken by the tracks |
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But your passport has been kissed by the holy fool |
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Are you looking for salvation? |
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Are you looking for answers, for Jesus, for dancers to serve you some warmth on cold nights? |
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Are you looking for the thing that looks out through your eyes, for something that won't leave your side? |
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On this lonely planet where everything's waving goodbye |
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I know that you've been working hard |
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You want the whole world to see how brightly you can glow |
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But if you'd just trade everything for that small bag of dried-up beans |
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It's only time until the whistle blows |
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And this train only runs in summertime |
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The children have been let out of school |
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You haven't packed, the bottoms of your shoes are cracked |
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But your passport has been kissed by the holy fool |
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And this train only runs in summertime |
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The only contradiction is the rule |
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It's moving past, but it's not going too fast |
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And an open empty boxcar stares at you |