| Full blown silence in an empty room
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| A former bride and a former groom
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| A folding table and a folding chair
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| A folded hand of poker there
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| All new directions must go everywhere
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| Big round people in a cool little square
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| You can’t cut it with a boat or a plane
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| Man it’s gonna take a new train
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| You’ll be leaving on a new train
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| Far away from this world of pain
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| And when you look out your window you’ll see
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| Your home your baby and your family
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| No melted ice cube in a paper cup
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| Hell you’ll be happy you’ll be all shook up
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| The friends that greet you will be
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| Simple and plain
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| When you step down from that new train
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| Collected volumes of history say
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| Man makes mistakes most everyday
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| The half a pound of chopped ground round
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| Is still a burger when it goes downtown
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| No faded photographs of yesterdays
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| Are in the books that I read these days
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| To fly away from that memory town
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| You must keep both your feet on the ground
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| Cause you’ll be leaving on a new train
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| Far away from this world of pain
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| And when you look out your window you’ll see
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| Your home your baby and your family
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| No melted ice cube in a paper cup
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| Hell you’ll be happy you’ll be all shook up
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| The friends that greet you will be
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| Simple and plain
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| When you step down from that new train
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| I’ll be leaving on a new train
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| Far away from this world of pain
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| The friends that greet me will be
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| Simple and plain
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| When I step down from that new train
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| New train, new train. |