Lonely Train
Love stays strange as the seasons change.
I ride that lonely train when the sun goes down.
I smoke a cigarette and think about the past.
These days are my future, which one will be my last.
Yesterday's gone, I heard it in a song.
I drink from the bottle when the pain comes along.
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