you watch the slow train moving
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through the city late at night
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adjusting back and forth
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against the darkness and street lights
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I know that you're feeling bad
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but I'm glad you didn't lie
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easy to get caught up...but you know
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you can always you can always
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you can always walk away
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the life is the red wagon rolling along
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the life is the red wagon simple and strong
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the life is the red...is the red...
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oh, it's no big deal
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but when the feet are draggin'
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you pull me
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and I pull for you
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you pull me
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and I pull for you
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past the teeming marketplace
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and the blur of faces there
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past the silent dockyards
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and the darkness looming there
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maybe it won't work this time
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but that's the risk you take
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(and you want to take it)
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and just as long as it feels right
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doesn't matter just as long as...
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doesn't matter ...gotta feel good
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even though you don't know why
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the life is the red wagon rolling along
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the life is the red wagon simple and strong
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the life is the red...is the red...
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oh, it's no big deal
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but when the feet are draggin'
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you pull me
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and i pull for you
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you pull me
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and i pull for you
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the life is the red wagon
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simple and strong.
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The Life Is The Red Wagon
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| Jane Siberry |
