Song parody of
Freight
by Pyrophoria
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I carry you on to bed
I am hanging on by a thread
There are better times ahead
"Wake me up tomorrow," she said
You can wear my clothes, but bring them back
You're just a girl I can't unpack
I was at the wedding wearing black
You were just a train off the tracks
You're the reason I started singing again
Hide out here and I'll count to ten
Out of seven, you're my favorite sin
No one's treating you the way I've been
Bubble bath; laughing at the song
You're the sweetest thing I string along
The train tracks got here all wrong
Go back to my bed where you belong
You can wear my clothes, but bring them back
You're just a girl I can't unpack
I was at the wedding wearing black
You were just a train off the tracks
You're the reason I started singing again
Hide out here and I'll count to ten
Out of seven, you're my favorite sin
No one's treating you the way I've been
I carry you on to bed
I am hanging on by a thread
There are better times ahead
"Wake me up tomorrow," she said
You can wear my clothes, but bring them back
You're just a girl I can't unpack
I was at the wedding wearing black
You were just a train off the tracks
You're the reason I started singing again
Hide out here and I'll count to ten
Out of seven, you're my favorite sin
No one's treating you the way I've been
Bubble bath; laughing at the song
You're the sweetest thing I string along
The train tracks got here all wrong
Go back to my bed where you belong
You can wear my clothes, but bring them back
You're just a girl I can't unpack
I was at the wedding wearing black
You were just a train off the tracks
You're the reason I started singing again
Hide out here and I'll count to ten
Out of seven, you're my favorite sin
No one's treating you the way I've been
