Tom: C
Introdução: C F F
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There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain,
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tears on the letter I write.
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There's a woman I long to touch and I'm missing her so much
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but she's drifting like a satellite.
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There's a neon light ablaze in this green smoky haze,
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laughter down on Elizabeth Street
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And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone
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where she bathed in a stream of pure heat.
Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise
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There's a baby in the arms of a woman in a rage
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And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage
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And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page
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Of a book that nobody can write.
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Oh, where are you tonight?
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure,