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The thunder cracks against the night |
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The dark explodes with yellow light |
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Tha railroad sign is flashing bright |
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The people stare but I don't care |
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My flesh is cold against my bones |
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And Cheryl's going home |
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Come hear me shouting through the rain |
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Is there a way to stop the train |
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I've got some reasons to explain |
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About the way I was today |
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The whistle moans and I'm alone |
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And Cheryl's going home |
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Santa Rosa Special down the line |
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I'm running desperately behind |
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There's only one thing on my mind |
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The rain and tears are in my eyes |
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The things I have to say will not be known |
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And Cheryl's going home |