| It was a dark and a stormy night
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| Everyone was at the wing-ding
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| They weren’t the wing-ding type
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| So they went up on the train bridge
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| Where the weather was howling
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| And oh, oh, my my
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| When that train comes rolling by
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| No paper thin walls, no folks above
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| No one else can hear
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| The crazy cries of love
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| They were laughing, they were dancing in the rain
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| They knew their love was a strong one
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| When they heard the far off whistle of a train
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| They were hoping it was going to be a long one
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| Cuz oh, oh, my my
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| When that train comes rolling by
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| No paper thin walls, no folks above
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| No one else can hear
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| The crazy cries of love
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| In the back booth of an all night cafe
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| Two dripping raincoats are hanging
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| Outside in the weather
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| The shade on the streetlight is clanging
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| And they smile ear to ear and eye to eye
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| Ice cream is melting on a piece of pie
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| Oh, my my
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| No one else can hear
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| The cries of love
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| Every kiss was sweet and strong
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| Every touch was totally tandem
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| As the train come a-rumbling along
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| They sang a lover’s song of wild abandon
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| And oh, oh, my my
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| When that train comes rolling by
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| No paper thin walls, no folks above
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| No one else can hear
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| The crazy cries of love
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| No paper thin walls, no folks above
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| No one else can hear
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| The crazy cries of love |