[00:00.00] 作词 : Jonathan Rado/Brandon Flowers
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jonathan Rado/Brandon Flowers
[00:02.27]Oh yeah, oh no, the train, the train.
[00:04.77]Every 2 or 3 years, the train kills somebody.
[00:08.07]Every 2 or 3 years, yeah.
[00:11.02]Everybody knows about the train,
[00:12.70]OK? You hear it constantly.
[00:17.42]Eh, I— I think the train is a way to find your way out of this life, if you get hit by it
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[00:43.772]A couple of kids got hit by a Union Pacific train
[00:50.936]Carrying sheet metal and household appliances through the pouring rain
[00:58.726]They were planning on getting married after graduation
[01:02.458]Had a little baby girl, trouble came and shut it down
[01:08.820]Things like that ain't supposed to happen
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[01:12.811]In this quiet town, families are tight
[01:21.446]Good people, they still don't deadbolt their doors at night
[01:28.665]In this quiet town
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[01:43.829]When we first heard opioid stories, they were always in whispering tones
[01:52.386]Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of childhood homes
[01:58.157]Parents wept through daddy's girl eulogies
[02:00.591]And merit badge milestones with their daughters and sons
[02:05.678]Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns
[02:10.318]Somebody's been keepin' secrets
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[02:15.114]In this quiet town, they know how to live
[02:22.759]Good people who lean on Jesus, they're quick to forgive
[02:30.316]In this quiet town
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[02:46.074]Now whenever I'm near the town I'll find some reason to give
[02:53.574]And I will walk with the dead and the living where I used to live
[02:59.984]And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives
[03:05.280]Offering their son the kind of love he could never put down
[03:12.574]Well, part of me is still that stainless kid, lucky
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[03:16.730]In this quiet town, salt of the land
[03:24.801]Hard-working people, if you're in trouble, they'll lend you a hand
[03:31.170]Here in this quiet town
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[04:05.481]The first crop of hay is up
[04:08.459]School let out and the sun beats down
[04:12.954]Smoke billows from a Sunday train
[04:16.191]That cries away from a quiet town