| Standing all alone on Buchanan Street
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| The sun’s burning down, burning holes in my feet
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| On the cobble stone, I am all alone
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| Then she comes along, and she wants to know my name
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| I will play along with her little game
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| On the cobble stone, I am all alone
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| Sitting on the grass by the River Clyde
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| She’s holding her guitar, playing by my side
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| We are all along, we are skin and bone
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| Losing ourselves in the afternoon
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| I hate farewells when they come so soon
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| We are all alone, we are skin and bone
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| We are skin and bone
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| We are skin and bone
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| We are skin and bone
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| We are skin and bone
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| Oh my darling there’s a train and it’s coming
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| Better pack your bags before I start running
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| Oh my darling there’s a train and it’s coming
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| Better pack your bags before I start running away
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| Running away, running away, running away
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| Oh my darling there’s a train and it’s coming
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| You better pack your bags before I start running
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| Oh my darling there’s a train and it’s coming
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| You better pack your bags before I start running
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| Oh my darling there’s a train and it’s coming
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| You better pack your bags before I start running
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| Oh my darling there’s a train and it’s coming for you
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| It’s coming for you, it’s coming for you, it’s coming for you |