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Two fingers and a sly grin Mixed with a glass of root beer and gin Then the train came running through Oh how my heart aches for you Like smoking in bed Like waking up in someone’s arms Like a lamb that’s slain Like someone else’s blood running through your veins Like recycled air Like photosynthesis Like a cloud producing rain Like a blessing that’s a bane Like you slurring someone else’s name Like you saying someone else’s name Three fingers and a stylish grin Mixed with a glass of tonic and gin Then the train came running through Oh how my soul bleeds for you
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
The Train
Two fingers and a sly grin Mixed with a glass of root beer and gin Then the train came running through Oh how my heart aches for you Like smoking in bed Like waking up in someone’s arms Like a lamb that’s slain Like someone else’s blood running through your veins Like recycled air Like photosynthesis Like a cloud producing rain Like a blessing that’s a bane Like you slurring someone else’s name Like you saying someone else’s name Three fingers and a stylish grin Mixed with a glass of tonic and gin Then the train came running through Oh how my soul bleeds for you
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
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