| I can almost see the train tracks
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| I can hear the sound
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| Low and mournful, now my heart’s full
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| I can almost see you again
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| I can almost see the moonlight
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| Shining in your golden hair
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| The wind is blowing, blue eyes glowing
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| If only I could get back there
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| In those days of youth and danger
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| Hop the freight train, holding
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| I can almost see you watching
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| Sitting on the wooden floor
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| And now you’re gone but memories glisten
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| I can almost see you again
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| Now you’re gone but I’m no different
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| I can almost see you again
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| I can almost see the train tracks
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| I can hear the sound
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| Low and mournful, now my heart’s full
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| I can almost see you again
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| 'Cause though you’re gone and I know different
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| I can almost
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| I can almost
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| I can almost see you again |