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A train ride to |
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TuesdayA platform far away |
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Scarlet shades of evening |
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Move clouds of gray |
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Awaking arriving |
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The dirty station where |
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He passes crowds of people |
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Who don't see him there |
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Here's a desert island room |
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For a man who's cast away |
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Stranded in this home from home |
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From his family far away |
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Home well this is it this is my heart |
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I miss you with all my heart |
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This is not say but in the dark |
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He thinks of home far away |
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I feel cold getting old more |
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Than the climate's changed |
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Stranded on this island |
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The rate of exchange |
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Here's a desert island room |
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For a man who's cast-away |
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Today he will not be at work |
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There is no work anyway |
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How is it when you feel it |
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Do you wonder what gets you down? |
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You're looking in the windows |
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When you walk this town |