| somethin''bout trains
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| somethin''bout love
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| somethin''bout this old Earth
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| and the way it looks from up above
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| somethin''bout satellites
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| somethin''bout down below
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| somethin''bout the hissing of that old steam iron
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| as you press your clothes
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| beam it up beam itvdown
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| across the world from town to town
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| most of the time when I’m walking the line
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| I’m looking at the ground
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| but every time I hear that whistle blowing
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| every time I hear that old black crow
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| every time I hear that whistle blowing
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| I find myself a-shivering in my soul
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| somethin''bout love
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| when things go wrong
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| when you can’t find the one that you love
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| you keep movin’on
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| you walk the lonely valley
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| you walk the line alone
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| but this old Earth is always there
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| you don’t feel so alone
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| beam it up beam it down
|
| across the world from town to town
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| most of the time when I’m walking the line
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| I’m looking at the ground
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| but every time I hear that whistle blowing…
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| but you wake up in the middlevof the night
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| and a train whistle blows and a dog barks
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| and something’s not quite right
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| and the cry is sent up from this Earth
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| into the silent sky
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| beam it up beam it down
|
| across the world from town to town
|
| most of the time when I’m walking the line
|
| I’m looking at the ground
|
| but every time I hear that whistle blowing
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| every time I hear that old black crow
|
| every time I hear that whistle blowing
|
| I find myself a-shivering in my soul
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| somethin''bout trains
|
| somethin''bout love
|
| somethin''bout this old Earth
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| and the way it looks tonight |