Beneath the scattered light
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Across bare hills of night
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I dreamt a train just missed me
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Another came in sight
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I ran across the track
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Then had to turn right back
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A new one came straight at me
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The next behind my back
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Nowhere else to turn to
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There are walls on either side
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Why must the embankment be so high
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Beside myself with weakness
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And faint from running wild
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I could hear the sound of burning coal
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They never seem to stop
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But always get to smoke
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Right out between two tunnels
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I ran until I woke
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Overnight Sleeper
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| Steve Hackett |
