| I remember the sound of the passing train
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| As it rolled through the night in the pouring rain
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| And the touch of a hand
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| And the way she said goodbye
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| And we walked in the sun down the royal mile
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| Saw the light in her eye and the way she smiled
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| And she cried in the night
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| And I heard her say «Don't go»
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| What can I do, sweet darlin'?
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| I don’t want to go away
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| Looking at you, sweet darlin'
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| I know I want to stay
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| What can I do, sweet darlin'?
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| In the light of the day, I was rolling home
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| I was thinking of you, waiting on your own
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| And I wanted to call
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| But then something said, oh, no
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| Yeah, but now it’s a dream, it’s a memory
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| But I’ll never forget what you gave to me
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| I was lost and alone
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| But you made feel okay
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| What can I do, sweet darlin'?
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| I don’t want to go away
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| Looking at you, sweet darlin'
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| I know I want to stay
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| What can I do, sweet darlin'?
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| I remember the sound of the passing train
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| As it rolled through the night in the pouring rain
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| And the touch of a hand
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| And the way she said goodbye
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| What can I do, sweet darlin'?
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| I don’t want to go away
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| Looking at you, sweet darlin'
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| I know I want to stay
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| What can I do, sweet darlin'? |