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Always caring |
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always mine |
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still always listening |
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for what isn't there |
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it just isn't there at all |
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The smallest doubt can swell and grow |
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all hope can shrink into indifference |
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it makes no difference to me |
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I was only five |
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when I heard the tale |
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of the little train that said |
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"I think I can" |
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But what's hard to give |
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is hard to get |
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and once you've lost it |
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it's always gone |
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it's always gone |
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Sometimes I wish that I could cry |
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instead of wondering |
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what's on her mind |
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what was on my mind this time |
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For consolation there's |
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always a next time |
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but will you take the time? |
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It will take some time |
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Don't misunderstand |
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half the time I can |
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Don't misunderstand |
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half the time I only think I can |
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I was only five |
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when I heard the tale |
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of the little train that said |
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"I think I can" |
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But what's hard to give |
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is hard to get |
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and once you've lost it |
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it's always gone |
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it's always gone |
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Standing on the railroad tracks |
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I hear the whistle |
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the Godfathers call |
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the biggest train of all |
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It's speeding closer towards the bridge |
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I'm hoping it can show me |
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how it's done |
