a penny on the railroad tracks.
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still waiting for the westbound four fifteen.
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no name motel and cement smoke stacks.
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same old same this time.
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this time i'm looking back.
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do you have the time to listen to the story of my life.
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can you set aside a year so i can tell you why.
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the coffee's cold and the station is quiet.
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such a lonely wait.
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the snow falls carelessly.
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i have heard this message in my head before.
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the four fifteen to goshen.
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now boarding call.
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i'll take this on my own again.
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i'm not afraid to be on my own again.
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i'm not sure exactly why or where i'm going.
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i'll just start again.
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i know it doesn't make much sense to go.
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and nothing ever translates through the telephone.
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i just called to say i'm not sure when i'll be home.
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i've got to start all over.
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and i'll take this time.
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take a chance on everything i own.
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and i'll make it this time.
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somewhere. sometime.
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if you can see me there falling down on my face again.
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you can leave me there and let me try
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Fireworks And Phonecalls
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| Brandtson |
