| I took a trip on a train, and I thought about you
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| I passed a shadowy lane, and I thought about you
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| Two or three cars parked under the stars, a windin' stream
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| Moon shining down on some little town
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| And with each beam, the same old dream
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| And every stop that we made, oh I thought about you
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| And when I pulled down the shade, then I really felt blue
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| I peaked through the crack and looked at the track
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| The one goin' back to you, and what did I do?
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| I thought about you
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| There were two or three cars parked under the stars, a windin' stream
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| Moon shining down on some little town
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| And with each beam, the same old dream
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| And then I peaked through the crack and I looked at that track
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| The one goin' back to you, and what did I do?
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| I thought about you |