I took a trip on a train
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And I thought about you
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I passed a shadowy lane
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And I thought about you
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Two or three cars arked under the stars
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A winding stream
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Moon shining down on some little town
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And with each beam, the same old dream
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And every stop that we made, oh, I thought about you
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When I pulled down the shade then I really felt blue
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I peeked through the crack, looked at the track
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The one going back to you
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And what did I do? I thought about you
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I Thought About You
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| Susannah McCorkle |
