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Band Between Trains

And I'm just between trains I ain't no loner I just work alone There ain't no place Where there's a home I could claim And I'm still between trains Still between trains

say goodbye, Bobby Jean Now, you hung with me when all the others Turned away, turned up their nose We liked the same music, we liked the same bands

find them and try to deprive them Of all of those magical breaths that they breathe. Around the corner and up the elevator a floor Between the smoke

'n' roll bands They face off against each other when they meet Down here in jungleland The streets's on fire in a classic death waltz Between the masters

, there was no brass band I pulled out from the platform, nobody raised a hand And there were no tears of regret from my runaway train Train, train, train, train

amends with you, Louis. When we go out, they're bound to see you with me. At night, I walk in the park, with a whip, between the lines of the whispering

This she did in public for us to see She came in here too drunk to do the show Between the trains and cars Broken glass and lost hub caps Images of a

A young man, I call him the leader of our band I name our band The Quarrymen Yes that's right, Sirs And also, we've got the harmonica band Yeah, come

call me Eddie Brock Venom with machete chop penny rock Guzzilin' husslin' from eighty block You wanna battle band But you ain't serve gallohan You pussies take +Heat+ back like Shaq's travel band