| Red streamliner rolling
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| Rollin' down the track the things you see
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| With your wheels in motion through desert, mountain, ocean
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| I hear you every night, is it a dream?
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| Red streamliner rolling down, coming down on me
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| Red streamliner rolling, rolling long so free
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| Your past keeps coming back on me
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| To far and near, away from here
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| Where people move a mile a minute
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| This hurricane living with you and me in it
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| Long into the night, that whistle offers light
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| Red streamliner rolling
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| I wish you’d tell me 'bout the things you see
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| I’m looking, looking down the tracks you ride
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| Knowing that they’re your only guide
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| I see them every night, is it a dream?
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| And when the sidewalks roll up at night
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| Just as stations pass by
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| Once the leader of the wild, wild west
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| Hurricane living been a lifelong song
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| Now you’re cast of steel and cast aside
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| Broken dreams maybe, but you haven’t died |