I remember the sound of the passing train
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As it rolled through the night in the pouring rain
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And the touch of a hand and the way she said: 'Goodbye'.
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And we walked in the sun down the royal mile
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Saw the light in her eye and the way she smiled
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And she cried in the night and I heard her say: 'Don't go'.
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What can I do, sweet darlin'? I don't want to go away
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Looking at you, sweet darlin', I know I want to stay
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What can I do, sweet darlin'?
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And the light of the day I was rolling home
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I was thinking of you waiting on your own
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And I wanted to call but they sudden said: 'Oh no'.
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Yeah, but now it's a dream, it's a memory
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But I'll never forget what you gave to me
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I was lost and alone but you made feel OK.
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What can I do, sweet darlin'? I don't want to go away
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Looking at you, sweet darlin', I know I want to stay
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What can I do, sweet darlin'?
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I remember the sound of the passing train
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As it rolled through the night in the pouring rain
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And the touch of a hand and the way she said: 'Goodbye'.
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What can I do, sweet darlin'? I don't want to go away
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Looking at you, sweet darlin', I know I want to stay
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What can I do, sweet darlin'?
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The Royal Mile
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| Gerry Rafferty |
