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Third-Class ticket in his pocket |
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Punching out the shadows underneath the socket |
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Tweed coat turned up against the fog |
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Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor |
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Between the very memory |
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And approaches of war |
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Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter |
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Loose change lonely, not the right amount |
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Forgotten man of an indifferent nation |
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Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station |
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Somebody's calling you again |
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The sky is falling |
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Jimmie standing in the rain |
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Nobody wants to buy a |
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Counterfeited prairie lullaby |
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In a colliery town |
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A hip flask and fumbled skein |
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With some stage door Josephine |
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Is all he'll get now |
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Eyes going in and out of focus |
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Mild and bitter from tuberculosis |
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Forgotten man, indifferent nation |
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Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station |
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Somebody's calling you again |
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The sky is falling |
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Jimmie standing in the rain |
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Her soft breath was gentle on his neck |
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If he could choose the time to die |
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Then he would come and go like this |
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Underneath a painted sky |
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She woke up and called him Charlie by mistake |
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And then in shame began to cry |
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Tarnished silver band peals off a phrase |
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And then warms their hands around the brazier |
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Forgotten man, indifferent nation |
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Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station |
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Somebody's calling you again |
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It's finally dawning |
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Jimmie standing in the rain |
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Brilliantine glistening |
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Your soft plaintive whistling |
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And your wan wandering smile |
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Died down at The Hippodrome |
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Now you're walking off to jeers |
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The lonely sound of jingling spurs |
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The "toodle-oos" and "Oh, my dears" |
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Down at "The Argyle" |
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Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety |
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There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society |
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Forgotten man, indifferent nation |
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Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station |
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Somebody's calling you again |
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It's finally dawning |
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Jimmie standing in the rain |
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Somebody's calling you again |
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It's finally dawning |
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Jimmie standing in the rain |
