| Tie me to the track with my ear to the rail
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| But wait for the very last moment to save me
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| Or we could fight on top like a Western
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| Jump from car to car, not noticing the tunnel is approaching
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| And when were' in the tunnel you become another person
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| And we lay down and let the darkness enfold us
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| Trains, I wish I was on that train
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| I wish I was on that train with you
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| Trains, there’s something about a train
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| That always makes me think of you
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| On the Peking to Paris, you’re a sculptor, I’m an heiress
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| I’m running from my husband, you’re running from the law
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| But there’s agents at the border so I hide you in my cabin
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| Of course I let you spend the night not knowing who you are
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| And when I let you out, you become another person
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| And we lay down and let the darkness enfold us
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| Trains, I wish I was on that train
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| I wish I was on that train with you
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| Trains, there’s something about a train
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| That always makes me think of you
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| Wish I was on that train
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| Wish I was on that train
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| Wish I was on that train with you
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| We’re two hobos on the boxcar, you and your five o’clock shadow
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| Me and my harmonica and a duffel on a stick
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| Or you’re a soldier coming back from the war
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| I’m the lover waiting on the platform
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| It’s so steamy you’re not sure it’s me waving
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| And when I close my eyes, I become another person
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| And we lay down and let the darkness enfold us |