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I will not sing your ugly song I won't put on your ugly play I cannot join your ugly priesthood And if I die I won't come home Railroad Boy of mine... I bought you crows and candelabra And I went moth-eating with you I held you down when you had seizures And read to you at bedtime We went to see a beaver dam We went to see a coral ref But life is more than going to see things And that's too bad Railroad boy of mine Railroad boy of mine... From Letras Mania