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Fare thee well, little lady
Trains are carrying me
One and a two, three and a four thousand miles
Miles from you

Thought I tried my best
To be your man
Can't you see, can't you feel that burning into my soul?
Don't you understand?

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Love is a basket of light
Grasp it so tight
Shining bright just ain't right to be caught in the night
Caught in the basket of light2

1) Marie suggests
There they were little lady:
Trains a-gatherin' near
One and a two, three and a four,
Thousand a miles
Miles from you...
D. Payne suggests
Fare thee well, little lady.
Trains are carrying me
One and a two, three and a four thousand miles
Miles from you.

2) Marie suggests
Love is a basket of light
Graspin' so tight
Shinin' bright just ain't right
To be caught in the night...
Caught in a basket of light...
D. Payne suggests
Love is a basket of light.
Grasping [grasp it?] so tight.
Shining bright just ain't right to be caught in the night.
Caught in a basket of light.

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