She left town on a 3 o'clock train,
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Goin' God knows where...far away,
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And the last words she spoke to me's,
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"I'll be all right."
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She grew up in a sad dark place,
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The kind of path you don't retrace.
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Been tryin' to wake from nightmares,
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All her days.
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Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight,
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Oh goodnight...and this is her lullaby.
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The LA sun, it warms her face,
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And she don't seem so far away.
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She sends photographs,
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To hold me tight.
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I call her on the phone again,
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And ask if she'll come home, and then,
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I won't hang up,
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Until she says she might.
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Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight,
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Oh goodnight...and this is her lullaby.
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Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight,
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Oh goodnight...and this is her lullaby.
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I don't know if I believe,
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I'm everything this woman needs,
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But I swear on my soul,
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I'd rather die than let her go.
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She's been searching from the start,
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For pieces of her tattered heart.
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I know...but I'm not sure...
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These winter nights, she's in my prayers.
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I wake to find she isn't there...
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And every time,
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I laugh until I cry.
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Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight,
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Oh goodnight...and this is her lullaby.
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Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight,
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Oh goodnight...and this is her lullaby.
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This is her lullaby...
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Lullaby
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| Ron Pope |
