Lyrics

Well
I dreamt the train
Yeah
I dreamt the train
Yeah
I dreamt the train
And then I ran out of black paint

And the name of the train was Maneater

I went around to the other side
I could see the train was a shelf
Full of poster paint and portraits
Of a woman I had known in a former self

Said
I dreamt the train
Yeah
I dreamt the train
Yeah
I dreamt the train
And then I ran out of black paint

And the name of the train was Maneater

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