It's so hard to listen to these trains
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Outside my window here it comes again
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And it's calling me begging me
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Follow me down the track
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And it moans so dark and low
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Baby ain't comin' back
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I refuse to believe
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It could happen to me and you
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It's lonesome and it's hard and it's true
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It got this whiskey to take care of my lips
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I got these long cool steel strings
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At my fingertips
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I ain't got nothing to soothe my aching soul
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Except this screeching and screaming iron
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To tell me where I ought to go
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I refuse to believe
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It could happen to me and you
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It's lonesome and it's hard and it's true
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I hear the train sigh
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And idle down below
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Why your love is so sweet and while
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Is something I'll never know
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It sounds like crying
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It sounds like letting go
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Breathing and lying
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Sinking and dying slow
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And I watch from my window
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Touching the cold glass sky
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As the train rolls down the track
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I say goodbye
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Royal Station 4/16
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| Melissa Etheridge |
