| There’s something about the midnight trains
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| Cause me to be lonely
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| Something in the quiet hum
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| Of rails that see all these
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| Sparks, now they’re lost
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| Dark March had cost…
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| Was it just the April rain
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| That caused me to be worried?
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| Could convincing droplets fall
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| And find you had been hurried?
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| Passed by me to you
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| Darkness ensued…
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| On my own, fluorescent in the night
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| Travelling true, my presence reflects the sight
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| You were the winds that leaves blew away
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| Spring soured summer, forever autumn will stay
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| Someone out the window-sill
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| Caught you looking elsewhere
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| Searching your own rocky seas
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| No signs but blank stares
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| Turbulence, in truth
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| Black May now moved…
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| Can I hear your cutest voice
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| Tell me now the plan’s changed?
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| June had brought no signs of proof
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| For you to have your thoughts reigned
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| Inside, uncouth
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| Black mould of youth…
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| On my own, fluorescent in the night
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| Travelling true, my presence reflects the sight
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| You were the winds that leaves blew away
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| Spring soured summer, forever autumn will stay
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| Here we are in August chill
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| Strapped in for a hiding
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| Cool consumes the midnight air
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| And you consume my pining
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| Bonds beyond our time
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| Off for your prime…
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| Somewhere 'long the rigid rails
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| Turning signals steered you
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| To build a false idolatry
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| Of same ambitions set to
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| See September spoil
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| Flung out and foiled…
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| On my own, fluorescent in the night
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| Travelling true, my presence reflects the sight
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| You were the winds that leaves blew away
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| Spring soured summer, forever autumn will stay
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| Over by the railway bridge
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| The unknown now was spotted
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| Months had moved, and I was noosed
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| Old October blotted
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| Out the moon’s clear light
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| Darkness closed tight…
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| Chunk and chunk o’er endless tracks
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| The midnight train keeps moving
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| Silvery strands shoot in a plume
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| Night skies turn to lotting
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| Fuelled only by faith
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| November’s state…
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| And so approached a passenger
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| To find the carriage empty
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| Ticket stubs strew platform floors
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| December had been heavy
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| Folly for flight
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| Trains at midnight…
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| On my own, fluorescent in the night
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| Travelling true, my presence reflects the sight
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| You were the winds that leaves blew away
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| Spring soured summer, forever autumn will stay
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| On my own, fluorescent in the night
|
| Travelling true, my presence reflects the sight
|
| You were the winds that leaves blew away
|
| Spring soured summer, forever autumn will stay
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| There’s something about the midnight trains
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| That cause me to be lonely… |