| Sitting next to this train on the track side
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| Admiring what I have completed
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| It’s my name and the name of another one
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| That I have painted that I have laid out
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| On the side of this metal beast
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| On the side of this metal beast and it rolls on
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| It moves from town to town
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| It covers the same ground
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| One day this train came back to me
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| And my name it was still there
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| But the names of the other ones have faded
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| So I touched them up
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| The best i could
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| Tried to make everything the way it was
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| But paint won’t stick to the side of a rusted train
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| Just like painting them in the rain and it rolls on
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| It moves from town to town
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| It covers the same ground
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| This train came back a second time
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| And my name it was still there
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| Yes it was just the same
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| You know it had never changed
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| And the names of the other ones were nowhere to be scene
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| Stripped away by time and the elements
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| Stripped away and it rolls on
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| It moves from town to town it covers the same ground
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| It covers the same damn ground
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| Walking up the track side
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| With this flashlight in my hand |