| And it’s passing strange
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| And I’m waiting for the train
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| Caught up on this line again
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| And it’s passing slowly
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| Killing time but it’s
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| Better than living in what will come and I’ve
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| Still got some of your letters with me and I
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| Thought sometimes or I read too much
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| And I think you know let’s
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| Drink to the dead lying under the water and the
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| Cost of the blood on the driven snow and the
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| Lipstick on my cigarettes
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| Frost upon the window pane
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| Nine while nine and I’m waiting
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| For the train…
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| She said do you remember a time when angels
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| Do you remember a time when fear
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| In the days when I was stronger
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| In the days when you were here she said
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| When days had no beginning
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| While days had no end when
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| Shadows grew no longer I
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| Knew no other friend but you
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| Were wild
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| You were wild…
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| Frost upon these cigarettes
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| Lipstick on the window pane and I’ve
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| Lost all sense of the world outside but I
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| Can’t forget so I call your name and I’m
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| Looking for a life for me and I’m
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| Looking for a life for you and I’m
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| Talking to myself again and it’s
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| So damn cold it’s just not true and I’m
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| Walking through the rain
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| Trying to hold on waiting for the train and I’m
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| Only looking for what you want but it’s
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| Lonely here and I think you knew and I’m
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| And I’m waiting
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| And I wait in vain
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| Nine while nine and I’m waiting
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| For the train… |