| It was in the rainy season, waiting for the train
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| Leaving in the afternoon, all on your own again
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| Do you really understand it, can you tell me why it is this way?
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| Sad lady and her portmanteau with no words left to say
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| Saving that its only something that can happen any day
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| Toulouse circus rider, turn on your childish grin
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| Shine on through the long black night, go ride the dawn again
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| Your eyes are stars that sweetly twinkle, aureole around your head aflame
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| Sad story that you cannot tell where no one is to blame
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| And anyhow its only something sure to come down with the rain
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| Would I could hear a song so clear, the words could touch the air
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| And catch the moon’s reflection in the color of her hair
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| To ease this ache of loneliness and blind the fish’s stare
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| Even now I do remember one thing more that is not told
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| Just a slightly twisted crystal heart to keep you from the cold
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| On up the coast, along the highway, nobody there will know your name
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| So strange how things should work out now, yet still remain the same
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| And even so you know there’s nothing that can ever really change |