| We spent hours out in the cold
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| Waiting for a train that was never gonna come
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| You never would believe the stories we told
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| Of where we’re gonna go and where we come from
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| One he was a soldier for the English queen
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| One he was an orphan of a love gone bad
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| One he was gonna sleep on the ground
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| And one he was gonna sell all he had
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| I’m gonna trade my dollar bills for a bar of gold
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| And put it in the pocket of my finest jeans
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| I’m gonna go swimming when I get old
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| And sink to the bottom with the submarines
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| We were beating our hands upon our breasts
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| We built a fire by the old train track
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| I stood too close and I burned my face
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| I burned my face by the bright fire light
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| I burned my face by the bright fire light
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| I wanna trade my dollar bills for a bar of gold
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| And put it in the pocket of my finest jeans
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| I’m gonna go swimming when I get old
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| And sink to the bottom with the submarines |