| She’s sitting on the train, the train’s gonna to leave
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| Bags in her hand, tears on her sleeve
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| Banging on the window with all of my might
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| But she won’t look to the left or the right
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| We had a fight and it wasn’t pretty
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| Now she’s leaving, ain’t it a pity
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| Going to wait tables, down in the city
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| Hold that red light one more minute
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| 6:18's got my baby in it
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| Train don’t leave, heart don’t break
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| Train don’t leave, heart don’t break
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| Mister guard, get out of that van
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| Wave that flag, I’m a lonely man
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| Mister driver, hand off the throttle
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| Or I’ll shoot my luck, lose my bottle
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| One more minute, I can talk her right 'round
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| Get her size sixes back on the ground
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| Train whistle is a lonely sound
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| I didn’t mean the things I told you
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| Empty arms waiting to hold you
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| Train don’t leave, heart don’t break
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| Train don’t leave, heart don’t break
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| She’s getting off the train, she’d mad and sore
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| She pokes at my nose with the old southpaw
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| Swings and misses, turns right 'round
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| I catch her in time and we fall to the ground
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| She’s got tears but she’s laughing as well
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| We kiss like fools, you never can tell
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| How a little minute can cast its spell
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| We never want to see this station again
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| It’s a sad old place for lonely men
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| Train, train, get down the track
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| Hell, you can leave and never come back |