Well I feel just like a freight train baby,
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running out of steam.
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I wanna go on down to New York town,
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but I'm stuck in between.
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And I could stay on here at home alone
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and have myself to thank,
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But I just made a billion dollars
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and I wanna put it in the bank,
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So if you call...
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we could go to town.
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Well dear mom,
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if you could see me now here underneath the lights
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I gotta keep 'em on from dusk to dawn
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and everything's alright.
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I met a girl with autumn in her eyes
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and summer in the way
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She makes me feel
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like I was only born today or yesterday,
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And if she calls...
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we could go to town.
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But everybody here
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hates everything I say,
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and girl I just don't know
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if I can last another day.
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So I guess I'm going back,
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back where I belong,
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I hope you come along
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before I get back on that train that takes me...
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home from New York City
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to the things I left behind
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And 'though I ain't got no money girl
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, I'll always have the time.
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But I wish that you would hurry,
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I hope you get here soon
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'cause I just sold the sky to the sun
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so I could buy for you the moon.
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And if you call...
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we could go to town. So if you call...
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yeah, if you call...
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girl, if you call...
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we could go to town.
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Goin Down To New York Town
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| Counting Crows |
