| I got a desolation angel, head bangin' life lover
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| She got no money, rich with soul undercover
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| Gypsy mama, footloose and fancy free
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| Cold red win front seat of a Chevy with me Since then I’ve seen her ridin' on the wind with my friend
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| I’m on a paintrain, she put the tracks on my brain
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| Painful locomotive
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| I’m on the paintrain, I got my sane on a chain
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| Can’t you see it comin', comin'
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| Harlequin romantic, princess lady
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| She’s had her heart kicked in just too many times
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| Cupid’s too busy, lady’s never Lizzy, baby’s never dizzy
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| When she was lovin' me she never seemed to get out of line
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| Since then I’ve caught her hidin' commitin' the sin
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| I’m on a paintrain, she put the tracks on my brain
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| Painful locomotive
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| I’m on the paintrain, I got my sane on a chain
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| Can’t you see it comin', comin'
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| I can tell by your walkin', people start talkin'
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| Sayin' that your love is free
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| But I don’t listen, just keep reminiscing
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| Call me when you’re lonely
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| Paintrain
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| Paintrain
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| Paintrain
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| Paintrain |