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Text: Swervedriver. Last Train To Satansville.

?You look like you've been losing sleep?
Said a stranger on a train
I fixed him with an ice cold stare and said
?I've been having those dreams again?

?In one dream, there's this girl I love
And we dance every waking breath
And in the other they've thrown me in a cell
And they're trying me for her death?

I'm only young and young in love
As I hold that girl today
But I'm old and tired and in the cell
And I've nigh on withered away

You see my baby's gone away too long
And I'm choking back the tears
Disheveled star in a burnt out bar
And I'm talking in my drink

She promised me the world and more
How could she do this to me?
And now mind's tumbling down around
But at least my eyes can see
And those stars in the sky are for me

So as this fagged-out tinsel town
Waves so long to the sun
I lay here calmly on my bed
And the trigger of my gun

And should that no good woman show up
Dancing from a dream
I'll squeeze it tight and not think twice
And relish every scream