| People expect you to fall
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| Hit that same old wall
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| Really they don’t wanna help at all
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| They talk behind your back today
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| They shake their heads and say
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| Gee I always knew that the girl would come to no good anyway
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| God knows everybody’s gotta go sometime
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| And I’m taking the train to the end of the line, yeah
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| Missin' that boy a mile at a time
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| I haven’t been too well myself
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| Too much time upon the shelf
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| Sayin' that I don’t need help when I do, I do
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| Still I think I’m gonna be just fine
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| A lot of friends a little wine
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| Still I’m wishing I could see you again sometime
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| Gonna pack my bags and go to Detroit or Buffalo
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| And if anybody wants to know where, you don’t know, you don’t know
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| God knows everybody’s gotta go sometime
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| And I’m taking the train to the end of the line, yeah
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| Missing that boy a mile at a time
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| It’s hard to open up that door
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| Like you’ve done so many times before
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| Sometimes you think you just can’t do this anymore
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| Then you take a chance and take a train
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| Out into the pouring rain
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| When all you got there is your suitcase full of pain
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| Gonna pack my bags and go Detroit or Buffalo
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| And if anybody wants to know where, you don’t know, you don’t know
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| God knows everybody’s gotta go sometime
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| And I’m taking the train to the end of the line, yeah
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| Missing that boy a mile at a time |