| Every time I hear that lonesome train roll down the track
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| Going away to unknown destinations
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| I believe there’s someone out there making the great escape
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| Just moving on, suddenly gone and so unexpectedly
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| It might hit you on a sunny afternoon
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| Without a warning there’s a thought, it just comes over you
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| And it’s a shadow on a sidewalk, someone like you
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| In a blink of an eye, waving goodbye
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| It’s time you made your getaway
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| In a suburb somewhere someone’s quietly planning their getaway
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| Traveling light, in case they might get a change of heart
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| It’s the bravest move they’ll ever make, but they have to make the break
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| That’s the risk that they take, so don’t hesitate, then so unexpectedly
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| It might hit you on a sunny afternoon
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| Without a warning there’s a thought, it just comes over you
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| And it’s a shadow on the sidewalk, someone you knew
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| It’s time you made your getaway
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| It might hit you on a sunny afternoon
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| Without a warning there’s a thought, it just comes over you
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| And it’s a shadow on the sidewalk, someone like you
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| It’s time you made your getaway
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| You’ll make the great escape
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| Get out that door before it’s too late
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| Hear that lonesome train
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| The lonesome train |