| I felt a rumble in my heart, over the mountains
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| As the engine ate the spark, spitting out the miles
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| Times when I tried to jump the track
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| Weight of the world upon my back
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| Still after all is said and done
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| This train still runs
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| It doesn’t matter where it’s gone
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| This train still runs
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| And though the baggage weighs a ton
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| We carry on
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| Nothing is forever young
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| I’m not done — his train still runs
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| I had a friend I left behind, back at the station
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| We used to burn the power lines, racing with the wind
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| But time has the manners of a thief
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| Young love turns bittersweet
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| Still we keep that lantern hung — this train still runs
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| This train still runs
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| It doesn’t matter where it’s gone
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| This train still runs
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| And though the baggage weighs a ton
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| We carry on
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| No one is forever young
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| I’m not done this train still runs
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| Got a ticket in my pocket and I’m ready to ride
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| Got a motor rolling over to an easy glide
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| I’m gonna travel on the gravel to the other side
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| Sure as a baby loves the teat
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| Sure as a high heel on concrete
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| Sure as the songs I’ve left unsung
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| This train still runs
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| This train still runs
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| It doesn’t matter where it’s gone
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| This train still runs
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| And though the baggage weighs a ton
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| We carry on
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| Nothing is forever young
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| I’m not done — this train still runs
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| This train still runs
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| This train still runs |