| Oh…
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| It won’t be long before your train arrives at rainy Waterloo.
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| It won’t be long before you’re leaving-
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| You’re leaving.
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| And I’m jealous of your shoes, they take you step by step away from me.
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| I’m jealous of this railway station-
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| Does that make me crazy?
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| And my worn out love-
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| Like the worn out strings on my favorite guitar.
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| And I’m all out of words to make it better.
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| There’ll be no one to fight with now, you’re leaving-
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| No one to believe in.
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| There’ll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight,
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| On the doorsteps of London.
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| No more tender goodbyes,
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| No more wrong; |
| no more right.
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| No more falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby.
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| La la la, la la la, la-
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| La la la, la la la, la.
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| I’m jealous of that dress that kisses you in places they don’t see.
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| I’m jealous of the plane you’re boarding, mmm.
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| And I despise the view from way up there that leaves me down below.
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| I can’t believe you’re really leaving-
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| Are you really leaving?
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| All my worn out love-
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| Like a worn out song on an old 45.
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| 'Cause I’m all out of words to make it better.
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| There’ll be no one to fight with now, you’re leaving-
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| No one to believe in.
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| There’ll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight,
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| On the doorsteps of London.
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| No more tender goodbyes,
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| No more wrong; |
| no more right.
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| No more falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby.
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| La la la, la la la, la.
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| La la la, la la la, la, singing-
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| La la la, la la la, la.
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| La la la, la la la, la.
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| I’m jealous of the sun in distant harbors,
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| 'Cause it will wake you first.
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| I’m jealous of the road you’re walking on-
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| The road that takes me from you, oh…
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| It won’t be long before her train arrives at rainy Waterloo.
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| It won’t be long before she’s leaving, oh…
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| There’ll be no one to fight with now, you’re leaving-
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| No one to believe in.
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| There’ll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight,
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| On the doorsteps of London.
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| No more tender goodbyes,
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| No more wrong; |
| no more right.
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| No more falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby.
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| La la la, la la la, la.
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| La la la, la la la, la, singing-
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| La la la, la la la, la, oh-
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| La la la, la la la, la.
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| Ohh…
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| Ohh… |