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It's 5 o'clock |
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driving sown Park Lane |
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as London leaves |
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for the weekend again |
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through the dark city streets |
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in the clinging rain |
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I take my car |
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towards the Thames |
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and Waterloo... |
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Rendezvous 6 02 |
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Rendezvous 6 02 |
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Was that a face I saw? |
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No, just a trick of light |
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It's getting clearer now |
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but moving out of sight |
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It's cold and late |
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and I can't miss that train |
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I turn around |
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walk through the arch |
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of Waterloo |
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Rendezvous 6 02 |
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Rendezvous 6 02 |
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I see the same hooded face |
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He beckoned me from the gate |
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Did you not know, my friend? |
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Ten years ago was the end |
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After the war |
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Waterloo was no more, |
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But your ticket states |
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There is one train |
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It's leaving now |
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And there is a place |
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Remember my face |
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and Waterloo... |