| It’s the story of the ages
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| Don’t mind the failures that I’m making
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| So many secrets in the garden
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| Watching teachers growing old
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| It’s a long line across a river
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| Crossing bridges, meeting strangers
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| Swapping stories about the old folks
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| Epic tales to be told
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| Empty tables
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| She’s out the window
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| On the twelfth day
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| Of September
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| It’s a long, hard road
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| And It’s a slow train, slow train
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| My Grandfather left me a song
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| In his letters I have read
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| I promise I will pass him on
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| Tales of long ago
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| Slowly breaking through the layers
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| I’m a long way from where it started
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| And I can feel it
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| Things are getting better
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| Slow train, Slow train
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| That gets there |