| Everybody talks about some fateful day
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| I guess that this was mine
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| I may be here to tell some kind of story
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| But I think it’s gonna take a little time, that’s all right
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| See I’m rocking in a cradle
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| Down the hall somewhere and I am lost inside a dream
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| Maybe I am falling, maybe I am flying
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| But I know if I am crying she is holding me
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| And then the sky broke up
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| And then the rain came down
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| And it washed away everything on the ground
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| Wash it away, wash it away, wash it away
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| Now baby’s got that bottle
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| Filled with lightning and rain
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| He keeps calling out for someone
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| But she’s riding on a train, riding on the ghost train
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| And she keeps on riding
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| She’s gonna keep on riding
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| Mama keep on riding
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| Keep on riding
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| Some trains they leave in the morning
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| Some leave in the afternoon
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| Some trains they leave here right on time
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| And some they just leave too soon, way too soon
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| But I’m gonna keep on
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| Baby’s got that bottle
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| Filled with lightning and rain
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| He keeps calling out for someone
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| But she’s riding on a train, riding on the ghost train
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| Yeah, she keeps on riding
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| (And then the sky broke up)
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| (And then the rain came down)
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| (And it washed away everything on the ground)
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| She keeps on riding, she just keeps on riding
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| (Wash it away, wash it away, wash it away)
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| Keep on riding
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| Baby’s got that bottle
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| Filled with lightning and rain
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| He keeps calling out for someone
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| But she’s riding on a train, riding on the ghost train
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| Riding on the ghost train
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| (Wash it away, wash it away)
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| Riding on the ghost train, riding on the ghost train
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| Riding on the ghost train |