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Staring bright through the window |
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You're bending over to me |
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A sentimental forsaken |
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You're trying hard yet to comfort |
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But you're waving me goodbye |
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A sentimental forsaken |
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You're looking around you are hasted |
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You're supervising my chief |
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My heart is tikking, let it on |
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Looks like you're dying to say |
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But now you turn your head away |
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Get out and leave me, let it on |
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But when it's going to be ok |
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I'm cruisin' on a train |
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I've got to fear no holiday |
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Fear is where I'm in |
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You're staring bright through the window |
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you're moving closer to me |
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A sentimental forsaken |
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You're trying hard yet to comfort |
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But now you're waving me goodbye |
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Get out and leave me, let it on |
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But when it's going to be ok |
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I'm cruisin' on a train |
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I've got to fear no holiday |
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Fear is where I'm in. |
