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A railway station on a long forgotten line |
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No destination but it always leaves on time |
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He buys his tickets as the train prepares to leave |
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Don't want to miss it on this evening |
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Christmas eve |
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He stared into the night, no expectations |
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He watched the world go by without a sound |
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He saw the city lights arrive and fade away |
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While all that night, all that night the snow came down |
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No conversation as the snow fell from the sky |
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His consolation that the world is well disguised |
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He stared into the night, no expectations |
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He watched the world go by without a sound |
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He saw the city lights arrive and fade away |
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While all that night, all that night the snow came down |
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He stared into the night, no expectations |
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But in his heart he wanted to believe |
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That somehow, someone would be waiting there |
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Upon this |
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Christmas eve |
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And when his train, it pulled into that station |
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He saw there was a single pair of tracks |
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Within the snow and leading to that station door |
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And he followed those steps back |
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And on this night of our salvation |
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Where dreams that have been lost can there be found |
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They walked away together on that |
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Christmas eve |
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While all that night, all that night the snow came down |
