| The sun slips through the broken blinds
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| Through the dusty panes
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| And casts a shadow across the bed
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| Where you and I once lay
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| Your perfume lingers though you’ve gone
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| My poor ol' heart will break
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| I’m lonesome as the whistle
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| On the evening train
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| The jukebox plays a sad old song
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| I pray to God above
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| That you’ll come riding back to me
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| On a train of love
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| I walk down to the station
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| And watch the trains go by
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| And stare into my coffee
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| Just looking for a sign
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| That one day you’ll step off that train
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| And forgive me for my crimes
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| Take my hand and walk with me
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| Till the end of the line
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| The jukebox plays a sad old song
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| I pray to God above
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| That you’ll come riding back to me
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| On a train of love
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| I never knew I was lucky
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| Till my luck all slipped away
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| I gambled with the Devil
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| And the Devil made me pay
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| My dreams never came true
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| Like the roses never bloomed
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| They withered and they died
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| In this empty room
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| The light is gone, the night is here
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| The day is left behind
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| The rumble of a distant train
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| Slithers through my mind
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| Your photograph is faded
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| But the memory still remains
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| Your eyes burn in the tail lights
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| On the midnight train
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| The jukebox plays a sad old song
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| I pray to God above
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| That you’ll come riding back to me
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| On a train of love
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| The jukebox plays a sad old song
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| I pray to God above
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| That you’ll come riding back to me
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| On a train of love
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| Train of love, train of love
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| The jukebox plays a sad old song
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| I pray to God above
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| That you’ll come riding back to me
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| On a train of love
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| The jukebox plays a sad old song
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| I pray to God above
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| That you’ll come riding back to me
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| On a train of love
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| Train of love, train of love, train of love |