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My eyes have seen the trolley bus on her pneumatic tires
Vamping down the high road, drinking from the wires
My eyes have seen the trolley bus, her rivets and her wheels
Sinking electricity, I wonder how that feels
I wonder
My eyes have seen the trolley bus in 1964
I caught one with my father he climbed through the back door
We couldn't sit upstairs because my father's leg was bad
He spoke to me behind the glass, he was a lonesome Dad
My eyes have seen the trolley bus, the silent way she moves
You miss the love you've never had the needle skips the grooves
I never knew my father close, although I took him in
He travels round beside me now, he goes everywhere I've been
I wonder
I wonder
My eyes have seen the trolley bus
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