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Yes she's leaving on the train |
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Never coming back again |
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The lines go far ahead |
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Got a job fixed in the city |
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Wants to be a star she's pretty |
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And I don't get a part |
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So please no more sad songs |
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I've heard enough today |
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Isn't it nice holding you tight, remember? |
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Left a note here on the floor |
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Where she used to knock the door |
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I found when I got home |
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Said you're gonna be a singer |
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Be a star and real swinger |
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I hope it's very nice |
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So please no more sad songs |
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I've heard enough today |
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Isn't i t nice holding you tight, remember? |
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Thought she was joking when I looked around |
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Went to her room and saw her things had gone |
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She must have flown, ahhh |
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Yes she's left upon the train |
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Never coming back again |
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The lines went far away |
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Got her job in the big city |
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She became a star so pretty |
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Now I don't know her name |
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So please no more sad songs |
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I've heard enough today |
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Isn't it nice holding you tight, remember? |
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(repeat) |
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Isn't it nice holding you tight, remember? |
