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In the white room with black curtains in the station |
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Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings |
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Silver horses, brightening moonbeams in your dark eyes |
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Dawn light smiles on you leaving my contentment |
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I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines |
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Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves |
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You said no strings could secure you in the station |
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Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows |
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I walked into such a sad time at the station |
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As I walked out felt my own need just beginning |
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I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines |
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Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves |
