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Dream
Train
(Andy Powell) Bugle Songs Ltd. |
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| Weaving a web around my heart, slowly taking my world apart. I can't begin to think of anything else left my reason way up on a shelf. Stealing away without a sound, my feet don't hardly touch the ground. I look at the clock, the hands of fate, The train I'm riding can't be late. Riding on that dream train - The brush of her skirt, the look in her eye |