| Leif and I are on the train to new york
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| In car 1399
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| There’s a guy with a quarter in his ear
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| And I’ve seen Leif only once in the past 2 months
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| His hair is stickin' up a little in the front
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| Yeah, he’s losin' it just a bit
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| When I get home tonight, I’ll miss him
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| In Hampshire, yeah
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| His glasses
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| The way he writes in purple pen
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| The way his collar falls to the left
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| Have you seen his ankles lately?
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| I know he’s next to me
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| I feel his sweater here
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| But when im sleepin', it’s only green sheets
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| And the hair down my legs
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| I think I’ll write you, Leif
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| When I’m near Tuesday
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| Sometime before you go
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| And I’m back on the train
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| Leif and I are on the train to new york
|
| In car 1399
|
| There’s a guy with a quarter in his ear
|
| And I’ve seen Leif only once in the past 2 months
|
| His hair is stickin' up a little in the front
|
| Yeah, he’s losin' it just a bit
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| When I get home tonight, I’ll miss him |