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Jul 02, 2009 23:07

Some roads are only seen at night
Ghost roads -- nothing but neon signs.
But some nights the neon gas gets free
and turns into walking dead like me

And I've been making promises I know I'll never keep
One of these days I'm gonna leave you in your sleep
I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name

Baby, I was born on a train.

Well I know that you were never young
And I know you probably won't get old
But honey nobody's gonna hurt you anymore
And nobody's going to make you want to die

And I've been making promises I know I'll never keep
One of these days I'm gonna leave you in your sleep
I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name

Baby, I was born on a train.

I'll go some cold and grey morning,
and you won't remember anything
Some people don't believe in dying,
but some of us don't believe in life

And I've been making promises I know I'll never keep
One of these days I'm gonna leave you in your sleep
I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name

Baby, I was born on a train.
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