| About trains and brains and rain.
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| Ain’t it a sin?
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| For these good lyrics,
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| I have no fears.
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| They’ve all got roles and plots and gears,
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| They have for years.
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| Train is running around in my brains.
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| Rain is flowing around in my veins.
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| Tears are running down my face,
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| For the last stupid song.
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| Let’s get on board
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| This scattered brain.
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| Folks drunk as poets all sound the same,
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| But don’t be afraid.
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| For this surprise,
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| If he was with us,
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| Is that we played this track for you,
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| And please some tears.
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| Train is running around in my brains.
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| Rain is flowing around in my veins.
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| Tears are running down my face,
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| For the last stupid song. |