The girl upstairs says she loves you more,
wearing your shirt, her clothes all on the floor.
I pack my case I guess I'll head up West.
I take the mess in your case, And you keep all the rest.
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I-I-I-I-I, I'm sure I've seen the signs,
'cause it's me, myself and Etta James.
I'd read I'd gone blind.
I'm on the last train home again,
I'm on the last train home again.
Somehow we lose it along the way.
I was the fool on the head to your perfect day.
Let's say our goodbyes on platform five.
You go through all the excuses, I'm still lost in your eyes.
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How could you throw it all away?
How could you prove you'll never change?
So write it down and sign your name
You blew out the flame...
On the last train home, On the last train home,
On the last train home, On the last train home, yeah ...