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And I followed her to the station : with a suitcase in my hand
Well it's hard to tell it's hard to tell : when all your love's in vain
When the train rolled up to the station : I looked her in the eye
Well I was lonesome I felt so lonesome : and I could not help but cry
The train it left the station : with two lights on behind
Well the blue light was my blues : and the red light was my mind
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