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Once more just before I'm leaving |
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Torn on the platform |
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Once more just before I'm leaving |
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Torn on the platform |
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Cos I miss you and I love you |
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And I know this is over for mow |
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Cos I miss you, ohh, how I miss you |
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You're not my girl you're my town |
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A weekend away, leave the city today |
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Don't want the big smoke to leave me behind |
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The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo |
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50 p to the tramp makes me feel kind |
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I get a good seat, with a window my feet |
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Are up on the one in front everyone stares |
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Why do they care, like theres feelings in chairs |
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Trapped for 3 hours until I get there |
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Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes |
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Are not dry, dry, dry |
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As I realise, ise, ise |
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That in a few minutes this train will be gone |
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Sighs, sighs, sighs |
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City fly's, fly's, fly's |
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Wonder why, why, why |
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Would anyone want to leave where I come from? |
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Torn on the platform |
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Torn on the platform |
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Torn on the platform |
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It's 1.58 wish that I had been late |
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And missed the train and given them an excuse |
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But what is the use, |
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I've less slack than a noose |
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Do or die stay or go what shall I choose |
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Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes |
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Are not dry, dry, dry |
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As I realise, ise, ise |
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That in a few minutes this train will be gone |
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Sighs, sighs, sighs |
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City fly's, fly's, fly's |
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Wonder why, why, why |
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Would anyone want to leave where I come from? |
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Torn on the platform |
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Torn on the platform |
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Torn on the platform |
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Like in a film the motion starts to slow |
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As the beeping carriage doors begin to close |
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Momenterily I'm standing froze |
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Then I jump between the gap |
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Land on the platform flat |
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I'm not |
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Torn on the platform |
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Torn on the platform |
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Torn on the platform |
