| Feel the rhythm of the train
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| You trail on the platform’s edge
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| Hoping for my hand instead of
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| A fading silhouette
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| For I always knew, that when
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| Our love was through after long lives run
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| We’d trail like the rail tracks
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| Not knowing who’d won
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| Don’t you wish it was clear?
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| I’ve been thinking these thoughts for years now
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| No not all’s been forgotten
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| Don’t you wish you were here?
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| So is this why I couldn’t stay?
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| Each word has found its edge
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| On the ground we know that’s
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| Vanished and withered
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| The moth leaps in the darkened room
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| And the dog lies curled by the fire
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| It’s cold outside
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| There she stands in the doorway
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| Snow on her boots
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| Red on those lips
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| Don’t you wish it was clear?
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| I’ve been thinking these thoughts for years now
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| No not all’s been forgotten
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| Don’t you wish you were here?
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| So is this why I couldn’t stay?
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| Each word has found its edge
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| On the ground we know that’s
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| Vanished and withered
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| There’s nothing left I owe
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| There’s nothing left I owe
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| Behind two empty faces moves before us
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| A voice we cannot reach
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| A frozen vision of a river rowed out
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| Out to the sea
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| I long for the tide’s straight line
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| Out on the shore
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| A bitter line, a solid wall
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| Never to fall
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| So is this why I couldn’t stay?
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| Each word has found its edge
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| On the ground we know that’s
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| Vanished and withered |