| I took a trip on a train
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| And I tought about you
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| I passed a shadowy lane
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| And i tought about you
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| Two or three cars parked under the stars
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| a winding stream
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| Moon shining down on some little town
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| And with each beam same old dream
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| And every stop that we made
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| oh I tought about you
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| but when i pulled down the shade then i really felt blue
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| a peaked throug the crack and looked at the track
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| the one going back to you
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| and what did i do I tought about you
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| I, took, a trip, on a train and thought about you
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| I passed a shadow weaked lane and i thought about you
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| two or three cars parked under the stars, a winding stream
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| moon shining down o some little town and with each beam same old dream
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| and every stop that we made, oh i thought about you
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| but when i pulled down the shade then i really felt blue
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| I peak though the crack and looked at the track
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| the one going back to you
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| and what did i do lord, I thought about you
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| I took a trip on a train, and i tought about you
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| I passed a shadowy lane, and i tought about you, tought about you
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| two or three cars parked under the stars a winding stream
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| moon shinging down on some little town and with each beam
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| same old dream
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| and at every stop that we made, oh i thought about you
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| but when i pulled down the shade then i really felt blue
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| I peak though the crack and looked at the track
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| the one going back to you
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| and what did i do, and what did i do
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| I thought, i thought about you |