| Hot sun or rain come
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| You can’t stop this train that you’re on
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| You can’t hold no brakes on
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| You’re out of control
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| And station by station you’re waiting
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| For the golden barrier to welcome you home
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| Good soldiers and sailors keep both of their eyes wide open
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| They’re usually rude to all curious man
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| But they told you that Jonah did not see the whale
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| And he was never the same way again
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| It must be so lonely where you ride
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| Wishing only at your side
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| The only one who knows you well
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| Each night is more familiar
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| Each one as cold as winter
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| You play down the hole within you
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| For another round they call you
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| Just one more town implores you
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| They’re holding letters for you
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| All say how they adore you
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| You can’t turn back now as a
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| Great crowd has come down
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| You think how it’s all been worth it
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| The press hounds all hang round
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| The door of the train
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| And station by station
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| It all goes the same
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| These golden barriers to welcome you home
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| It must be so lonely
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| She sends her embraces by mail
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| Kisses by phone |