| Yes she’s leaving on the train
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| Never coming back again
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| The lines go far ahead
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| Got a job fixed in the city
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| Wants to be a star she’s pretty
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| And I don’t get a part
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| So please no more sad songs
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| I’ve heard enough today
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| Isn’t it nice holding you tight, remember?
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| Left a note here on the floor
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| Where she used to knock the door
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| I found when I got home
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| Said you’re gonna be a singer
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| Be a star and real swinger
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| I hope it’s very nice
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| So please no more sad songs
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| I’ve heard enough today
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| Isn’t i t nice holding you tight, remember?
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| Thought she was joking when I looked around
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| Went to her room and saw her things had gone
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| She must have flown, ahhh
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| Yes she’s left upon the train
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| Never coming back again
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| The lines went far away
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| Got her job in the big city
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| She became a star so pretty
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| Now I don’t know her name
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| So please no more sad songs
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| I’ve heard enough today
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| Isn’t it nice holding you tight, remember?
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| (repeat)
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| Isn’t it nice holding you tight, remember? |