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Twelve-Eight Angel

A pale yellow morning moon hung over,

Over the workaholics on the streets of rain

And high up in a window box

Were blue forget-me-nots

Right here

On the northern line

Waterloo

You can hear the trains pulling out

From the world inside your room

You said if we start running

We could run forever

I can hear the trains pulling out

Ten flights up in a tower block heaven

With half a return ticket in my pocket

And memories of all the same sad souvenirs

And the beating of the rain

In patterns on the same old pain I shared with you

And I tried to tell it true

But I don't hear you

Waterloo

You can hear the trains pulling out

From the world inside your room

You said if we start running

We could run forever

I can hear the trains pulling out

Hear the trains

Pulling out

Hear the trains

Pulling out

Hear the trains

Pulling out

Pulling out

Hear the trains

Hear the trains

Waterloo

Twelve-Eight Angel /

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