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When it's passing strange |
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And I'm waiting for the train |
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Caught up on this line again |
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And it's passing slowly |
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Killing time but it's better |
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Than living in what will come |
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And I've still got some |
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Of your letters with me |
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And I thought sometimes |
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Or I read too much and |
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I think you know |
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Let's drink to the dead lying under the water |
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And the cost of the blood on the driven snow |
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And the lipstick on my cigarettes |
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Frost upon the window pane |
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Nine while nine |
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And I'm waiting for the train |
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She said, "Do you remember a time when angels?Do you remember a time when fearIn the days when I was strongerIn the days when you were here" |
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She said, "When days had no beginningWhile days had no end when shadows grew no longerI knew no other friend but you were wild" |
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You were wild |
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Frost upon these cigarettes |
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Lipstick on the window pane |
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And I've lost all sense of the world outside |
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But I can't forget so |
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I call your name |
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And I'm looking for a life for me |
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And I'm looking for a life for you |
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And I'm talking to myself again |
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And it's so damn cold it's just not true |
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And I'm walking through the rain |
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Trying to hold on waiting for the train |
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And I'm only looking for what you want |
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But it's lonely here and |
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I think you knew |
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And I'm, and |
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I'm waiting |
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And I wait in vain |
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Nine while nine |
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And I'm waiting for the train |
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And I'm waiting |
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And I wait in vain |
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Nine while nine |
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And I'm waiting for the train |
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And I'm waiting |
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And I wait in vain |
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Nine while nine |
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I'm waiting for the train |
