| I’m sitting on a southbound train
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| Staring at the sky
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| I’m thinking of my childhood
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| And I’m trying not to cry
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| While a stranger sleeps against me
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| And it feels like I’m his wife
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| The towns and cities flutter past
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| Like the pages of my life
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| My heart is on the baggage rack
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| It’s heavy as can be
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| I wish that I could find someone
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| Who would carry it for me
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| Just to pay it some attention
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| And to handle it with care
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| Because it has been dropped and
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| Is in need of some repair
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| Some things I know
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| Some things I guess
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| Some things I wish I could learn
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| To express
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| Like the way that I feel
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| As I stare at the sky
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| And I remember your voice
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| And the sound of goodbye
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| 0r maybe it’s the autumn… Chill
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| Maybe it’s the rain
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| Maybe I should wake the stranger
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| And ask him his name
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| But, my eyes they would betray me
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| And my words could not defend
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| No, I must learn to wait my turn
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| Before I love again
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| Some things I know
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| Some things I guess
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| Some things I wish that I could learn
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| To express
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| Like the way that I feel
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| As I stare at the sky
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| And I remember your voice
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| And the sound of goodbye |