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Oh the graffiti on the train |
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Oh the graffiti on the train oh no |
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Rolling in to her life |
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Oh the graffiti on the train oh |
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Stepped outside he left his lover sleeping |
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Rain falls he's drowning in his secret |
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Wet streets are quiet as a church hall |
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Last house where children kick the football |
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Cross roads his heart is beating faster |
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Getting close to asking her the question |
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\"Marry me\" he wants to paint the words on |
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The night train he's hiding with his spray cans |
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And that is going to ride |
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When the paint is done and dried oh come on |
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Oh the graffiti on the train |
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Oh the graffiti on the train |
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Oh the graffiti on the train |
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Oh she'll never be the same oh no |
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Rolling in to her life |
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Oh the graffiti on the train oh |
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Day breaks as lovely as she wakes up |
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Sips her cup and dusts her face in make up |
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Black phone she hears the people whisper |
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Someone died themselves train has slipped up |
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Train comes the coach she's always used to |
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The doors read a \"Marry me I love you\" |
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Heart stops ecstatic and suspicious |
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She makes the call but he does'nt pick the phone up |
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The train sped down the line |
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It was last train he would ride oh no |
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Oh graffiti on the train |
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Oh graffiti on the train |
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Oh graffiti on the train |
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Oh she will never be the same |
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Oh god rolling back into her life |
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Oh graffiti on the train oh |
