| When I hear that train a-coming from the junction
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| Troublin' my mind is it’s favorite function
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| It makes that crying on that old air horn
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| Middle of the night, I can hear it mourn
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| The world is a stone hanging in the night
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| The train’s a woman and she leaves behind a light
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| Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain
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| Leaving town and mumbling something 'bout a train
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| Oh, about a train
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| My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean
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| And stolen designs for perpetual motion
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| Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding
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| Silent man, he won’t tell me what it is
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| What it is he’s holding
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| The world is a stone hanging in the night
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| The train’s a woman and she leaves behind a light
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| Love is gone, I mean washed out by the rain
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| Leaving town and mumbling something 'bout a train
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| My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon
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| Far off lonely home is my only companion
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| Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain
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| Leaving town, mumbling something about a train |