[00:01.39]White Room
[00:03.70]Eric Clapton
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[00:23.41]In the white room with black curtains near the station.
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[00:32.09]Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
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[00:40.76]Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
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[00:49.62]Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
[00:56.55]
[00:58.93]I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
[01:08.21]Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
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[01:19.89]You said no strings could secure you at the station.
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[01:28.71]Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
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[01:37.44]I walked into such a sad time at the station.
[01:43.94]
[01:46.33]As i walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
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[01:55.62]I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
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[02:04.55]Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
[02:14.54]
[02:38.26]At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
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[02:47.18]Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
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[02:55.81]Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
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[03:04.73]She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
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[03:14.04]I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
[03:21.91]
[03:22.92]Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
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