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Seems that I read, or somebody said |
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That out of sight is out of mind |
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Maybe that's so but I tried to go |
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And leave you behind, what did I find |
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I took a trip on the train |
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And I thought about you, |
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I passed a shadowy lane |
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And I thought about you, |
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Two or three cars parked under the stars |
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A winding stream |
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Moon shining down on some little town |
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And with each beam, same old dream |
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At every stop that we made |
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Oh, I thought about you |
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But when I pulled down the shade |
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Then I really felt blue, |
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I peeked through the crack |
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And looked at the track |
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The one going back to you |
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And what did I do |
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I thought about you |
