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Seems that |
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I read, or somebody said |
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That out of sight is out of mind |
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Maybe that so but |
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I tried to go |
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And leave you behind, what did |
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I find?I took a trip on the train and |
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I thought about you |
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I passed a shadowy lane and |
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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, oh, |
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I thought about you |
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But when I pulled down the shade, then |
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I really felt blue |
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I peeked through the crack and looked at the track |
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The one going back to you, and what did |
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I do?I'll leave it to you, oh what did |
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I do?I thought about you |