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Sep 2015
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well I ride the old freight
Train

Oh how well I know you
Don't love me at all

I guess even the sweetest dream
Is bound to fail

And even the Highest angel
Must fall

//

So much darker than the night

How well I know you don't really care to know

Oh how I feel how much
You fear the light

and that if you are called
You just won't go

//

Well I sit the evening on the hill

oh how well I know
You can't see me anymore

you know the hill / it's right behind your house

you could see me if you'd
Just open your  door

//

Oh I ride the old freight train

Sure I know
You don't love me any more

The dreams we had are all gone

And we not quite sure
What we're really here for
Written by
jeffrey robin
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