| Train, I ride don’t be slow
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| If your whistle can blow
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| Fifteen miles down the track
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| Tell them I’m coming back
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| Counting poles, counting sheep
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| Don’t be slow, I won’t weep
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| If your wheels on the line
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| Were to put me on time
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| Just a year to the day
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| Since I went upon my way
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| Seek my fortune and fame
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| Be a star, change my name
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| And that’s it, more or less
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| 'Til this midnight express
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| I know I can’t be late
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| 'Cause she said, she won’t wait
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| She’ll just go, marry Jack
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| So there’s no turning back
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| And it’s twenty five to midnight
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| And fifteen miles of track
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| Band I had got a break
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| Just one chance we had to take
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| I told my girl I’d be back
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| Left her with my friend Jack
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| New York City for a spell
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| Things didn’t turn out so well
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| Every dive that we played
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| We were lucky, we got paid
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| Mr. Train driver please
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| If your speed you increase
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| Every cent I have now
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| Will be yours, this I vow
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| And that’s it, more or less
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| 'Til this midnight express
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| I know I can’t be late
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| 'Cause she said, she won’t wait
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| She’ll just go and marry Jack
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| So there’s no turning back
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| And it’s twenty five to midnight
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| And fifteen miles of track
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| We called ourselves the Latino Lovers
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| Hawaiian shirts and top forty covers
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| I didn’t think, I could sink this low
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| When drugs and booze ate all my dough
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| This isn’t how it was meant to be There’s no such thing as a meal that’s free
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| If I was ever to get out alive
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| I have to get home on time
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| Train, I ride don’t be slow
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| If your whistle can blow
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| Fifteen miles down the track
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| Tell them I’m coming back
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| And that’s it, more or less
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| 'Til this midnight express
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| I know I can’t be late
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| 'Cause she said, she won’t wait
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| She’ll just go and marry Jack
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| So there’s no turning back
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| And it’s twenty five to midnight
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| And fifteen miles of track
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| And it’s twenty five to midnight
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| And fifteen miles of track |