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It's so hard to listen to these trains Outside my window here it comes again And it's calling me begging me Follow me down the track And it moans so dark and low Baby ain't comin' back I refuse to believe It could happen to me and you It's lonesome and it's hard and it's true I got this whiskey to take care of my lips I got these long cool steel strings At my fingertips I ain't got nothing to soothe my aching soul Except this screeching and screaming iron To tell me where I ought to go
HATA BİLDİR
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