| I pass a town without a name
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| Seen through the window of a train
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| A boy and girl stand side by side
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| The train arrives, she kisses him goodbye
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| She turns away then steps on board
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| He thought he’d die but now he’s sure
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| But as he thinks of one last thing to say
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| The train just rolls away
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| I pass a station with no sign
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| An old man gets on the train just in time
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| He used to love this town despite the rain
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| But since his wife died it’s not been the same
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| He curses himself, he was weak
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| At his wife’s grave he could not speak
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| But as he thinks that maybe he should stay
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| The train just rolls away
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| The driver likes his coffee strong and hot
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| The train he drives is everything he’s not
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| He watches the sad people board the train
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| Then laughs as he pulls out and rolls away
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| Hits a hundred, no holding back
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| Then his dear train comes off the track
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| The news report said instant death, no pain
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| But who’s really to say?
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| But who’s really to say?
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| The train just rolled away
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| The train just rolls away |