Standing at the station waving my lover goodbye
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Snow falling heavy in the lonely January sky
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As the train jerks forward I'm frozen stiff with pain
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And I'm clinging to the hope that I'll see my love again
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Grey smoke stinging my eyes as you pull away
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Just two more helpless victims of war parting ways
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Oh God it's 1942
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I wonder what I'm going to do
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Is he ever going to hold our un-born child?
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And I standing frozen to the station
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And I cannot move
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All in a moment I see my life flash by
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It's not just me he's leaving another waits inside
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And now the train's out of sight
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Is it ever going to be the same?
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And I'm clinging to the hope that I'll see my love again
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I slowly tear myself away toward our happy home
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But it's never been the same since you've been gone
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Standing At The Station
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| Paul Colman |
