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yes i saw you at the station |
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long distance smiles |
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you were leaving for the weekend |
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catching the 4:55 |
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with your new friend for the season |
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another sad-eyed clown |
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helping to see |
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that your fantasy s go down |
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and i have to wonder to myself |
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why you have to go so far |
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drifting with life s daydreams |
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trying to play the star |
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i still remember when you said |
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baby now let s get away |
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and i followed you like a schoolboy |
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i guess that s part of the game |
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now you call me say you re sorry |
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give me long distance love |
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you said you d like to see me |
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maybe just for a while |
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and you meet me at the station |
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there on platform nine |
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and we d leave for the weekend |
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riding for 4:55 |
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but i ve played this scene too many times |
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to ever feel the part again |
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i don t really want to fake it |
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i already know the end |
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so bye bye cin-cinderella |
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everything just has to change |
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and the midnight blues are calling |
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i guess that s part of the game |