When you meet someone that you don't know
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But you know them just the same
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You begin wondering if by chance it might be
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An aquaintance from yesterday's train
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Well there's something in her eyes that you've seen before
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Maybe a memory or a mistress from another world
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But you know the trees are green and the baby cries
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From dust to dust, yet nothing dies
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You'll never know where we are in this endless place
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Or who we are in this endless space
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But we know that the trees are green and the baby cries
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From dust to dust, yet nothing dies
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Yesterday's is rollin', can you touch it through the mist
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Did you meet someone on yesterday's train
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Can you tell it with a kiss
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Can you tell it with a kiss
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Yesterday's Train
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| The Byrds |
