In an old bag
That I found
When I was in the military
I put my boots and a pair
of sunglasses ©es
Four handkerchiefs, a black sweater
And letters from my brother
Who left for the war
And who didn't come back ©
I'm going to take the train
At five o'clock tomorrow morning, without a ticket
In the last of the vans
Which will smell of charred coal
That's life, as long as there are
Trains going far away
I'll jump in their van
Without explanation
br/>I'm going to take the train
At five o'clock tomorrow morning, without a ticket, yeah
In the last of the vans
Which will smell of charred coal
With my bag
That I found
When I was in the military
With my boots and a pair
of sunglasses
br/>Four handkerchiefs, a black sweater
And letters from my brother
Who left for the war
Who I never replaced
Which I never replaced
Which I never replaced
Which I never replaced

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