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Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby, |
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Can't buy a thrill. |
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Well, I've been up all night, |
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Leanin' on the window sill. |
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Well, if I die |
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On top of the hill |
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And if I don't make it, |
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You know my baby will. |
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Don't the moon look good, mama, |
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Shinin' through the trees ? |
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Don't the brakeman look good, mama, |
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Flagging down the 'Double E' ? |
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Don't the sun look good |
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Going down over the sea ? |
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But don't my gal look fine |
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When she's comin' after me ? |
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Well, the wintertime is coming, |
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The windows are filled with frost. |
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I went to tell everybody, |
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But I could not get across. |
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Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, |
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I don't wanna be your boss. |
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Don't say I never wanted you |
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When your train gets lost. |
