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  “你都不告诉我。”陈暮嘟囔着，拿出手机给陈天野发了条消息，说自己朋友来了，晚上要和朋友一起住，就不回去了。
  这条街上很少能见到人影，可一个街角竟然还有人在卖唱，他浑身破破烂烂，头发又蓬又乱，旁边摆着个旧音箱，面前架着话筒，手里抱着吉他散漫的拨动琴弦，唱的还是英文歌。
  if you miss the train i'm on
  若你错过了我搭乘的那班列车
  you will know that i am gone
  那就是我已独自黯然离去
  you can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles
  你听那绵延百里的汽笛
  a hundred miles, a hundred miles
  一百里又一百里 载我远去
  a hundred miles, a hundred miles
  一百里又一百里 载我远去
  you can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles
  那绵延百里的汽笛会告诉你我离去的讯息
  lord, i'm one, lord i'm two
  一百里 两百里 渐渐远去
  lord, i'm three, lord i'm four
  叁百里 四百里 再回不去
  lord, i'm five hundred miles away from home
  不知不觉我便已离家五百余里
  not a shirt on my back
  如今我衣衫褴褛
  not a penny to my name
  依旧是一文不名
  lord, i can't go back home this away
  上帝啊 我怎能就这样回到家去
  this away, this away, this away, this away
  这般潦倒 这般困顿
  lord, i can't go back home, this away
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