There¡¯s a train running through Nebraska
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There¡¯s a cold running through my veins
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And as far as I can see
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It¡¯s all white there could no one be
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There¡¯s a boy running through Nebraska
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And it¡¯s cold in the kitchen I make some tea
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For the rainy day¡¯s sake
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And as far as my thoughts go
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I see you running down the streets in some
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Doomed town far away
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And I ran my lonely way
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I would die to catch on the train today
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But you ran down the other way
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(for the guilt of the wrongly prayed prayers)
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There¡¯s a fire running through Nebraska
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And it¡¯s cold in the kitchen I make some tea
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For them rainy days I¡¯d have loved to spend with you
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I was lucky enough to escape in the nick of
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Time will mitigate all wounds but I
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Miss you anyway
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And I ran my lonely way
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I would¡¯ve died to catch you on the train
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That day
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But we¡¯re both hurt
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In another way
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Nebraska
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| An Pierle |
