| I was standing in the station
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| Being pounded by the rain
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| So I chose the last compartment
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| Of a stationary train
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| I felt someone get in behind me But I never caught their eye
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| But I thought I heard I heard a woman’s voice
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| Whispering goodbye
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| So I lay down in the darkness
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| With the beer and coffee stains
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| And I stared out at the thunder
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| Through the broken window panes
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| And although the storm was booming
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| Like an engine in the sky
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| I’m sure I heard a woman’s voice cry
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb forever
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb forever
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb
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| It’s over and done
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| I’ll never be under your thumb forever
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| So I rolled myself a cigarette
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| And smoked it on my own
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| But it didn’t stop the whispers
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| Or the smell of her cologne
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| Then she rose up out of nowhere
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| And her hair was full of steam
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| And she stuck her head out the window
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| And screamed and screamed, she screamed!
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb forever
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb forever
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb
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| It’s over and done
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| I’ll never be under your thumb forever
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| So I picked up an old newspaper to read
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| And I noticed something very strange indeed
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| So I looked a little closer
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| And it chilled me to the bone
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| «Woman throws herself from speeding train,
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| Identity unknown»
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| But I recognized the picture of the woman who was dead
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| And underneath the picture it said
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb forever
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb forever
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb
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| It’s over and done
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| I’ll never be under your thumb forever
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb forever
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb forever
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| Don’t wanna be under your thumb
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| It’s over and done
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| I’ll never be under your thumb forever |