| Lonely, can’t lay a finger on me
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| When you’re in my arms
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| And my demons are finally lost behind me
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| Can’t even find me in the dark
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| Your lips are like a kiss of sunshine
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| In the pouring down rain
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| And when you whisper my name I hear anything
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| But whippoorwills and freight trains
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| I don’t miss that midnight whistle waking me
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| And taking me back through the pain
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| And I don’t hear that lonesome cry
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| Outside my window every night
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| Driving me insane
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| Ain’t no fighting back tears
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| Every time I hear
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| Whipporwills and freight trains
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| Silence is like a bullet from a rifle
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| Aimed straight at my heart
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| Triggered by those echoes in the distance
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| That used to hit me so hard
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| But when you lie by my side in peaceful dreams
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| Moonlight on your face
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| Girl, I can drift away and sleep safe
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| From whippoorwills and freight trains
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| I don’t miss that midnight whistle waking me
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| And taking me back through the pain
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| And I don’t hear that lonesome cry
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| Outside my window every night
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| Driving me insane
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| Ain’t no fighting back tears
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| Every time I hear
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| Whipporwills and freight trains
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| No I don’t miss that midnight whistle waking me
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| And taking me back through the pain
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| And I don’t hear that lonesome cry
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| Outside my window every night
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| Driving me insane
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| Ain’t no fighting back tears
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| Every time I hear
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| Whipporwills and freight trains
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| Whipporwills and freight trains
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| I hate whipporwills and freight trains |