| On a train ride from some place bad
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| To some place little better
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| in-between my youth and manhood
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| was the place I met her
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| she was just a skinny brown-eyes girl
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| A hunger for tomorrow
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| and I was then obese by pain
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| I had all thta I could swallow.
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| Oh fair haired travelling girl
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| Keep on travelling on Oh fair haired travelling on It’s just the seat that you have is wrong
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| Her eyes were packing passed regrets
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| in her lips there was redemption
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| and she mistook my coat for love
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| as she wore it for affection
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| as she took the seat beside me I inhaled all of her laughter
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| and she forgot there is a past
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| while i forgot there is an after.
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| Oh fair haired travelling girl
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| Keep on travelling on Oh fair haired travelling on It’s just the seat that you have is wrong
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| On a train ride from some place gone
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| to some place almost certain
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| in-between my flesh and bone
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| was the place I met her
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| and wrapped up in my coat of shame
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| she laide there sleeping tightly
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| and as the train pulled to another stop
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| I knew that she’d go on without me.
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| Oh fair haired travelling girl
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| Keep on travelling on Oh fair haired travelling on It’s just the seat that you have is wrong |