| Well I stepped into the station
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| With my only suitcase in my hand
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| I bought a ticket at the counter
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| And I said I gotta stick to my plan
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| 'Cause I love that girl with all my might |
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| And I think I finally got it right
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| 5 years, 4 months, 3 days
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| Goin' home tonight
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| I’ve been lyin' and cryin'
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| And searchin' and dyin'
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| Tryin' just to run or myself
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| I’ve been burnin' and yearnin'
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| And tossin' and turnin'
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| I couldn’t think of nobody else
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| Well I reached up on the shelf
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| For my tattered old Samsonite
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| Oh you’re waitin' at the station
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| In that same old dress that I like
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| Well now aren’t you a beautiful sight
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| I think I finally saw the light
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| 5 years, 4 months, 3 days
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| Goin' home tonight
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| I’ve been lyin' and cryin'
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| And searchin' and dyin'
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| Tryin' just to run or myself
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| I’ve been burnin' and yearnin'
|
| And tossin' and turnin'
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| I couldn’t think of nobody else
|
| Well I reached up on the shelf
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| For my tattered old Samsonite
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| Oh you’re waitin' at the station
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| In that same old dress that I like
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| Well now aren’t you a beautiful sight
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| I think I finally saw the light
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| 5 years, 4 months, 3 days
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| Goin' home tonight
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| 5 years, 4 months, 3 days
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| Goin' home tonight
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| Alright |