| Train’s coming, gonna lay on the track
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| Happy right here laying on my back
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| Let the train wheel come and take my life
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| Yeah, let the big steel make it all right
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| Because I’ve got no friends to tell the trial
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| Lots of enemies so quick to defile
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| Suppose I’m drunk again but I don’t care
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| All I know is we’re less than the air
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| So let’s not compare
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| Feelings sacrificed you, are you feeling slammed
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| And are you claustrophobic on this open land
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| Feeling crumpled up and dented in
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| Are you trapped within your very own skin
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| Well, it’s like a jail you can’t see the bars
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| Can’t escape it by bleeding through your scars
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| Self deprecation is a boring hand
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| And you’re just bringing everybody down man
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| Feeling sorry, are you feeling blue
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| Are you down and out now and overdue
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| Feeling smothered by the deep blue sky
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| Does the sunset hurt your eye
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| Oh well, you’re not the only one who got caught in the rain
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| This whole world don’t revolve around your pain
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| And you can go on, yeah, spin out in misery
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| But I’ll take the sun and the sea
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| And oh sham sham-a-ling-on
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| And oh dipty dip
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| My mental record starts to skip
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| An orange, lemon, lime, and oh, a tangelo
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| On the coconut tree next to the mighty mango
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| Oh the high sea air, yeah, in my rear view mirror
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| Ain’t it beauty, beautiful my lovely dear
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| We got time so, so let’s not abuse
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| Let’s wear holes in our shoes |