| She left town on a 3 o’clock train
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| Goin' God knows where… far away
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| And the last words she spoke to me’s
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| «I'll be all right.»
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| She grew up in a sad dark place
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| The kind of path you don’t retrace
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| Been tryin' to wake from nightmares
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| All her days
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| Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| Oh goodnight… and this is her lullaby
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| The LA sun, it warms her face
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| And she don’t seem so far away
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| She sends photographs
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| To hold me tight
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| I call her on the phone again
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| And ask if she’ll come home, and then
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| I won’t hang up
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| Until she says she might
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| Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| Oh goodnight… and this is her lullaby
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| Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| Oh goodnight… and this is her lullaby
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| I don’t know if I believe
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| I’m everything this woman needs
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| But I swear on my soul
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| I’d rather die than let her go
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| She’s been searching from the start
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| For pieces of her tattered heart
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| I know… but I’m not sure…
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| These winter nights, she’s in my prayers
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| I wake to find she isn’t there…
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| And every time
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| I laugh until I cry
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| Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| Oh goodnight… and this is her lullaby
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| Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| Oh goodnight… and this is her lullaby
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| This is her lullaby… |