| I don’t have the reflection
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| Of anybody checking their face
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| In the shade of my glasses
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| One way ticket on the fast train
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| And I’m solo all the way
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| I could maybe read a novel
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| To push away the trouble
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| That sits in the pit of my tummy
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| But I know that it will find me
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| When I finish the last page
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| An empty hand I wave goodbye
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| I feel a tickle in my eye
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| No I’ll never, sever any tie
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| Tired of the journey
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| No hand held in mine
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| No I’ll never, sever any tie
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| Tired of the journey
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| No hand held in mine
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| Will I always feel it more
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| On a day when there’s a storm
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| Or a raincloud, so dangerous and lonely
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| No one ever told me
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| That the darkness is my foe
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| And I’m looking out the window
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| And losing both my dimples
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| As they enter the ends of my smile
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| 'Cause I am a thousand miles
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| From the place I need to go
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| And empty hand I wave goodbye
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| I feel a tickle in my eye
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| No I’ll never, sever any tie
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| Tired of the journey
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| No hand held in mine
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| No I’ll never, sever any tie
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| Tired of the journey
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| No hand held in mine |