| The horizon of affairs has appeared.
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| I'm going far, dare.
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| A friend prayed for me
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| So that there would be no trouble all of a sudden.
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| And the steam locomotive is smoking, Motherland is in the window,
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| Tobacco, moonshine, soldiers and accordions,
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| Only pain presses the chest,
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| All this way without you.
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| And my trailer runs, trembles, tells,
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| And my trailer clatters at the junction of days.
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| And my trailer will tell me if I'll be back,
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| Will your hand warm your shoulder?
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| I'm going so far
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| I know it won't be easy, fear
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| He drew, he marked the way,
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| I'll get it, I won't get it, let it be.
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| And the locomotive puffs, pours, tinkles,
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| Winds the threads of passions on the fist.
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| Only this pain again
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| That I didn't take you with me.
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| And my trailer runs, trembles, tells,
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| And my trailer clatters at the junction of days.
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| And my trailer will tell me if I'll be back,
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| Will your hand warm your shoulder?
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| The wheels give me dreams
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| Will the son understand, forgive,
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| And there is a load on my heart,
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| And a tear in the pillow - let it be.
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| I'm only alive by you, let you hiccup.
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| Every lineup comes back.
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| And on a new track,
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| He will bring me to you.
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| And my trailer runs, trembles, tells,
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| And my trailer clatters at the junction of days.
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| And my trailer will tell me if I'll be back,
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| Will your hand warm your shoulder?
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| And my trailer runs, trembles, tells,
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| And my trailer clatters at the junction of days.
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| And my trailer will tell me if I'll be back,
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| Will your hand warm your shoulder? |