| Well, I followed her to the station
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| With a suitcase in my hand
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| Lord, I followed her to the station
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| With a suitcase in my hand
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| Well, it’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell
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| When all your love’s in vain
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| All my love is in vain
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| When the train pulled up to the station
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| And I looked her in her eye
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| When the train pulled up to the station
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| And I looked her in her eye
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| I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome
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| And I could not help but cry
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| All my love is in vain
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| Well, the train, it left the station
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| Two lights on behind
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| Well, the train, it left the station
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| With two lights on behind
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| Well, the blue light was my blues
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| The red light was my mind
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| All my love is in vain
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| Ooh, Willie Mae
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| Ooh, ooh, Willie Mae
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| All my love is in vain |