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The Doors Mystery Train

long Train I ride, sixteen coaches long Well that long black train got my baby and gone Train train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend Train train, comin

Waiting by the mailbox, by the train Passin' by the hills 'til I hear the name I'm looking for a saw to cut these chains in half and all I want is Someone

So I knock on the door And I am on the train Going god knows where to To get me over To get me over Give me heaven or hell Calais or Dover I was hoping the train

or just next door but I gots to go Roll up on the tour bus, smokin' a blunt Then heard a, duh duh duh duh, what cha baby mama want? Nothin' but good fuckin', dick suckin', train

inside Its meaning's reapplied to who's in fashion CHORUS Time's a perfect crime for a mystery girl The veil distorts the rhyme for a mystery girl

name, I'd go from door to door. Searching on the crowded streets, For the face that I once saw. If I only knew your name, I'd go from door to door

On this level there is mystery, no one's around and I can't open the glorious door. This room is squeezing me and I know I'm leaving with everything mixed

never mind, their raving about the progress of the modern times, American dreams wash into the gutter, collected by a rat whose pockets getting fatter, on the mystery train

It ain't no mystery; Once known but now concealed. True love will be revealed In the house of love. Oh baby, Take a train. Take a train. Take an aeroplane