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i hear a train whistle blowing |
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and it's in key with my song |
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all the way on the wrong side of Reno |
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where my toughest friends are from |
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every broken bone and every blue black eye |
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in the stories of ass beatings that you've earned |
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you told me about how more than half were deserved, oh no |
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something sank into that bleeding skull |
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a certain kind of wisdom and a humble soul |
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it keeps me searching no matter how many miles |
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left until we get back home |
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you've been quite a traveling companion |
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I hate to see you go |
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now the world we're living in is Golden |
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gilded with every lie we lived through |
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back from the war early Christmas morning |
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not even a ghost could keep him sober for you |
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every broken bone and every blue black eye |
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in the stories of ass beatings that you returned |
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you told me about how more than half were deserved, oh no |
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something sank into that bleeding skull |
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a certain kind of wisdom and a humble soul |
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it keeps me searching no matter how many miles |
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left until we get back home |
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you've been quite a traveling companion |
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I hate to see you go |
