| Well, it hasn’t changed yet, each time I wake in a sweat
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| And the sun has slipped out of the sky
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| As I get to my feet and struggle to dress
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| All my fingers are thumbs, there’s a fog in my brain
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| Only one thing is clear, I’m late for my train
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| And I know all at once that it’s goodbye, my one
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| I’ll be here when you’re gone
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| Then I stumble outside, try to flag down a ride
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| But the taxis just pass me by
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| Then I run down the street, jump on a slow bus
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| When I get to the station, the train is still there
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| I can’t find my ticket, everybody just stares
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| And I’m turning to stone as the train starts to groan
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| I just can’t get on
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| I can see tomorrow
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| Long, black train I follow
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| When it’s all there in your eyes
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| And it’s all no big surprise
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| Well, it’s goodbye, my one
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| I’ll be here when you’re gone
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| I just can’t get on
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| I can see tomorrow
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| Long, black train I follow
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| When it’s all there in your eyes
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| And it’s all no big surprise
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| Well, it’s goodbye, my one
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| I’ll be here when you’re gone
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| I just can’t get on
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| Yeah, it’s goodbye, my one
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| I’ll be here when you’re gone
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| I just can’t get on
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| 'Cause I’m turning to stone
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| As the train starts to groan
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| And I just can’t get on |