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either
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i called you mom |
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prodigal
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unnoticed,
watching you |
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like
these |
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shoes |
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twilight |
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Outside
the track is humming,
and I know before I hear it
the train is passing by.
Oh, I know I could go-
I could swing aboard, live
the hobo way; but no.
Is it the rumble of the monster
as it rushes on its way;
or are my fingers trembling
upon the windowsill?
Oh, I know, I know I couldn't
go.
My life is here. I couldn't go.
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