| Oh the graffiti on the train
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| Oh the graffiti on the train oh no
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| Rolled in to her life
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| Oh the graffiti on the train
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| Oh
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| Sets out he left his lover sleeping
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| Rain falls he's drowning in his secret
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| Wet streets are quiet as a church hall
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| Last house where children kick the football
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| Crossroads his heart is beating faster
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| Getting close to asking her the question
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| "Marry me" he wants to paint the words on
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| The night train he's hiding with his spray can
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| Tonight he's gonna ride
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| When the paint is done and dried oh come on
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| Oh oh oh the graffiti on the train
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| Oh the graffiti on the train
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| Oh the graffiti on the train
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| Oh she'll never be the same oh no
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| Rolled in to her life
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| Oh the graffiti on the train oh
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| Day breaks his lover yawns and wakes up
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| Sips her cup and dusts her face in make up
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| Platform she hears the people whisper
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| Someone died they surfed the train and slipped up
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| Train comes the coach she's always used to
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| The doors read "Marry me I love you"
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| Heart stops ecstatic and suspicious
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| She makes the call but he don't pick the phone up
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| The train sped down the line
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| It was last train he would ride oh no
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| Oh oh oh the graffiti on the train
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| Oh the graffiti on the train
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| Oh the graffiti on the train
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| Oh she'll never be the same oh no
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| Rolled into her life
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| Oh the graffiti on the train oh |