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The trains ran past our house in the summertime
But it was the whistles that carried me away.
That's a feeling that is clear within this heart of mine.
And it gets a little stronger every day.
All through high school, time and time again,
I'd stare out the window and wait for a sign.
Seemed like it was always written down,
On the railroad line.
There was always a train in my dreams.
Always a railroad, runnin' right under me.
There was never a night that I wasn't free
There was always a train in my dreams.
The years have peeled back like an old onion skin.
Gets sweeter and sweeter as the rain rolls in.
I know how it sounds and now I know what it means.
There was always a train in my dreams.
There was always a train in my dreams.
Always a railroad, runnin' right under me.
There was never a night that I wasn't free
There was always a train in my dreams.
There was always a train in my dreams.
Always a railroad, runnin' right under me.
There was never a night that I wasn't free
There was always a train in my dreams.
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