| I lay my head on the railroad track
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| stare at the sky all painted up
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| your train is gone, won’t be coming back
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| See the constellation ride across the sky
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| no cigar, no lady on his arm
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| just a guy made of dots and lines
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| just a guy made of dots and lines
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| Two years ago moved from my town
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| i was looking up past the city lights
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| but the city lights got in my way
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| See the constellation ride across the sky
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| no cigar, no lady on his arm
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| just a guy made of dots and lines
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| just a guy made of dots and lines
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| I found my mind on the ground below
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| i was looking down, it was looking back
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| i was in the sky all dressed in black
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| See the constellation ride across the sky
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| no cigar, no lady on his arm
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| just a guy made of dots and lines
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| just a guy made of dots and lines
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| just a guy made of dots and lines
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| Can you hear what i see in the sky?
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| can you hear what i see in the sky?
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| can you hear what i see in the sky?
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| Notes
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| the dial-a-song version:
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| I lay my head on the railroad track
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| look at the sky all dressed in black
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| your train is gone, won’t be coming back
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| My lone constellation rides across the sky
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| no cigar, no lady on his arm
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| just a guy made from dots and lines
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| just a guy made from dots and lines
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| The city lights think nothing’s there
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| no real stars, nothing’s there
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| My lone constellation rides across the sky
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| no cigar, no lady on his arm
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| just a guy made from dots and lines
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| just a guy made from dots and lines |