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The sun in her hair The sun in her eyes There's something that makes me Want to go back Calling me, calling, imploring me back Pleading me, reasoning, have to look back Haunting me, taunting me, hauling me back Calling and calling me, have to attack Oh mother, where to go Now that I am leaving home All the fears, anxieties Are bottled up inside And the sad, and the wondering The tears I have to hide The sun in her hair The sun in her eyes There's something that makes me Want to go back Come along children The runaway train ran down the track And she blew, she blew. From Letras Mania