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I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't never shine Than to be here alone just knowin' that you're gone It would cause me to lose my mind So blow your whistle freight train Blow it far on down the track I'm going away, I'm leavin' today I'm going but I ain't comin' back I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't never shine Than to be here in some big city In a small room with you on my mind |