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In the white room with black curtains by the station |
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Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings |
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Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes |
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Dawnlight 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 at 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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When I walked out, felt my own need just beginning |
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I'll sleep in this place where the sun never shines |
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Wait in the dark where the shadows run from themselves |
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At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd |
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Consolation for the old wound, now forgotten |
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Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes |
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Now she's dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings |
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I'll wait in the queue where the trains come around |
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Wait here with you where the shadows run from themselves |
