| Waiting for a late train full of hate
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| Just track and city beyond the gate
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| The breath of an ugly stranger in my face
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| Just wanting to get the hell out of this place
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| If in a week’s time you’re not mine
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| I’m gonna touch that live line
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| Oh, that live line, oh, that live line
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| I was your heaven I was your hell
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| I was at the scene when our true love fell
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| A murderer sweeping up its broken shell
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| Pocketing the dust and the dirt from my fragile spell
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| If in a week’s time you’re not mine
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| I’m gonna touch that live line
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| Oh, that live line, oh, that live line
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| Into the morning this train is jerking on
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| I’m not sure of what I’m running from
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| It’s so hard to love you when your love is gone
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| Let go of the hold that I’ve had for so long
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| If in a week’s time you’re not mine
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| I’m gonna touch that live line
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| If in a week’s time you’re not mine
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| I’m gonna touch that live line
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| Oh, that live line |