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My momma always told me
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Don't you hang around those
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Williamstown boys
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And don't be blind girl they're not our kind
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But she never met Willy McCoy
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The sun comes up at his house
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The same as it does at mine
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And why the two of us should never touch
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Is something I just can't get through my mind
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In a passing car I saw him through the window
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I could swear I caught him looking back
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If there's a chance for love to grow
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I might never know
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'Cause I'm stuck here
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On the right side of the tracks
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Funny how a set of rusty rails
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Built a wall that we can't break down
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I know my baby's just a stone's throw away
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But it's a million miles from here
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To Williamstown
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And if that train still stopped here at the station
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We could hop on board, and never look back
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Until love can cross the line
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Between his world and mine
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I'm stuck here on the right side of the tracks
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Until love can cross the line
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Between his world and mine
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I'm stuck here on the right side of the tracks
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Williamstown
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| The Wilkinsons |
