| I can hear a train passing at the Rivanna Junction
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| I can’t decide on which way it’s going
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| Probably to Gladstone and on west to Lynchburg
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| Then off to Roanoke and on to god only knows
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| And I can’t understand the way that you see me
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| And I don’t understand the way I’m seeing you
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| Maybe you’re too young maybe I’m too old
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| To feel alone this close to you
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| I can hear my Father screaming in the kitchen at my Mom
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| They’re throwing dishes again
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| And there I am a man at age seven
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| In my room alone in this world of stone
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| I don’t know if I know them
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| I don’t if I will
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| I don’t know if I care either way
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| But I know I trust no one
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| And I can’t be trusted
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| To be here tomorrow
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| After our brightest day
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| My heart, it beats slow now and without repeating
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| What I’ve seen and wished I’d never done
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| I’ve tried and I’ve tried, girl, to see us as different
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| I’m saying I’m leaving without saying it’s done
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| And you don’t know me and I don’t know you
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| And I don’t know me and you don’t know you
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| Let’s be strong now and accept this might not last
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| Today has passed tomorrow’ll be new
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| And I can hear a train passing at the Rivanna Junction
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| I can’t decide on which way it’s going |