This is the last song ever written
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About trains and brains and rain.
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Ain't it a sin?
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For these good lyrics,
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I have no fears.
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They've all got roles and plots and gears,
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They have for years.
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Train is running around in my brains.
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Rain is flowing around in my veins.
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Tears are running down my face,
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For the last stupid song.
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Let's get on board
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This scattered brain.
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Folks drunk as poets all sound the same,
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But don't be afraid.
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For this surprise,
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If he was with us,
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Is that we played this track for you,
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And please some tears.
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Train is running around in my brains.
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Rain iss flowing around in my veins.
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Tears are running down my face,
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For the last stupid song.
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Trains, Brains, and Rain
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The Flaming Lips |