| I was singin' with the choir on the train
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| I was a traveling man, I did not yet have a name
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| I was a 1960's movie, I was a one night love story
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| I was a you will never see me again
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| I was movin' too fast to see
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| All the paintings in Paris or the sunrise in Barcelona
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| I was too broke, too shallow to dive deep
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| Too busy carrying the weight of everything
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| Young with nowhere to be
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| But you can’t get far for free
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| This ain’t no rookie dreaming
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| This ain’t no rookie dreaming
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| I was on the hunt for visions out of reach
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| All those daydreamin' mornings
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| All the wishful goodnight thinking
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| I have steered through every dark alley
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| In hopes of a light at the end that I could see
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| Young with nowhere to be
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| But you can’t get far for free
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| This ain’t no rookie dreaming
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| This ain’t no rookie dreaming
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| I am sitting all alone on this train
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| I am a passenger to somewhere I do not yet know the name
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| I am a 1960's movie, I am an unwritten story
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| I am a when will I see you again? |