| Trav’ling lady, stay awhile
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| Until the night is over
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| I’m just a station on your way
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| I know I’m not your lover
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| Well, I lived with a child of snow
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| When I was a soldier
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| And I fought every man for her
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| Until the nights grew colder
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| They grew colder
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| She used to wear her hair like you
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| Except when she was sleeping
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| And then she’d weave it on a loom
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| Of smoke and gold and breathing
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| But why are you so quiet now
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| Standing there in the doorway?
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| You chose your journey long before
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| You came upon this highway
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| This long highway, hmm
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| Trav’ling lady, stay awhile
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| Until the night is over
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| I’m just a station on your way
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| I know I’m not your lover |