always caring always mine
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still always reaching for what isn't there
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it just isn't there at all
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the smallest doubt can swell and grow
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and all hope shrinks into indifference
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it makes no difference to me
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I was only five
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when I heard the tale of the little train that said
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" I think I can "
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but what's hard to give is hard to get
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and once you've lost it it's always gone
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it's always gone
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sometimes I wish that I could cry
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instead of wondering what's on her mind
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what was on my mind this time
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for consolation there's always a next time
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but will you take the time ?
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it will take some time
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don't misunderstand
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half the time I can
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don't misunderstand
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half the time I only think I can
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I was only five
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when I heard the tale of the little train that said
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" I think I can"
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but what's hard to give is hard to get
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and once you've lost it it's always gone
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it's always gone
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standing on the railroad tracks
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I hear the whistle the godfather's call
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the biggest train of all
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it's speeding closer towards the bridge
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I'm hoping it can show me how it's done
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The Godfather
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| Dag Nasty |
