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Going to the station, ticket in my hand |
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Gonna see my lady, think she'll understand, my lord |
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Walkin to the river, take my rocking chair |
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Let that feeling overtake me, drift away from here, my lord |
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I think I'm coming home to you, my lord |
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I think I'm coming home, my lord |
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Got a situation, blowin' in my head |
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Got a short time to stay here, long time to stay dead, my lord |
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Goin' to the station, it's time for me to go |
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Don't think that |
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I will miss you, when that whistle blows, my lord |
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I think I'm coming home to you, my lord |
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I think I'm coming home, my lord |
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I think I'm coming home, my lord |
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Don't know if it's the force, or the situation |
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But something just bother's me |
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Don't know if |
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I can make it |
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Somewhere else |
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Goin' to the river, take my old chair |
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Let that feeling overtake me, drift away from here, my lord |
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Drift away from here, my lord |
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Drift away from here, my lord |
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Drift away from here, my lord. |
