| A straw headed woman, and a barrel chested man,
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| A pocket full of posies with a hat brim full of sand,
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| Ooh — waiting for the train that never comes,
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| A dog chasing the tumbleweeds, across the sandy floor,
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| That drift along the platform, through the ticket office door,
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| Ooh — waiting for the train that never comes,
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| Ooh — waiting for the train that never comes,
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| But dont tell me theres nothing coming, you dont fool me,
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| I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks — set them free,
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| And I hear them,
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| Its black and white dont try to hide,
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| Its black and white dont try to hide,
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| The station masters writing with a piece of orange chalk,
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| A hundred cancellations, still no one wants to walk,
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| Keep the hungry children from the skeletons in the back,
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| Paid to keep an eye out for the gipsy caravan,
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| Ooh — waiting for the train that never comes,
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| Ooh — waiting for the train that never comes,
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| I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks — set them free,
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| And I hear them,
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| Its black and white dont try to hide,
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| Its black and white dont try to hide,
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| Its black and white dont try to hide,
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| Its black and white dont try to hide,
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| Its black and white (dont try),
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| Its black and white (dont try),
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| Its black and white dont try to hide,
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| Its black and white dont try to hide,
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| And I hear them,
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| Its black and white dont try to hide,
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| Its black and white dont try to hide… |