I dressed up as a good man I charmed with all my might
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I made you my girlfriend, I made you my wife
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Yea we got ourselves a little place that I woke up to find
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A rolling iron boxcar that was taking me down the line
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Yea I'm carrying a lot of postcards I'm going west a while
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Through the fields of rusty trainyards, Til the rails run out of miles
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Til they put me on the Westbound, singing sweetly over me
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Your sound of being rebound and the rails will trouble me
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But her sound in the distance
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And the sound of running's always on my feet
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Got her sound in the distance
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And the sound of running's always racing me
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I passed some folks that never moved though they're running every one
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And me I'll run the mainlines until my racing's done
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Til they put me on Westbound, singing sweetly over me
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Your sound of being rebound and the rails will trouble me
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But her sound's in the distance
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And the sound of running's always on my feet
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Got her sound in the distance
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And the sound of running's always racing me
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Sound Of Running
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