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  1. Closet Full of Clothes

Lyrics

That lonely whistle blows
Somebody's going home
Somebody I don't know
Now I'm sitting here alone

I always hear that train
And that train always rolls
Suitcase beneath my bed
and a closet full of clothes

The sun always sets
when the clouds begin to part
like it always seems to end
right after it starts

I always hear that train
And that train always rolls
Suitcase beneath my bed
and a closet full of clothes

Am I in too deep
as my feelings start to run
They're running circles around my mind
as my mind comes undone