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A pale yellow morning moon hung over,
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Over the workaholics on the streets of rain
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And high up in a window box
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Were blue forget-me-nots
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Right here
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On the northern line
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Waterloo
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You can hear the trains pulling out
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From the world inside your room
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You said if we start running
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We could run forever
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I can hear the trains pulling out
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Ten flights up in a tower block heaven
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With half a return ticket in my pocket
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And memories of all the same sad souvenirs
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And the beating of the rain
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In patterns on the same old pain I shared with you
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And I tried to tell it true
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But I don't hear you
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Waterloo
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You can hear the trains pulling out
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From the world inside your room
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You said if we start running
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We could run forever
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I can hear the trains pulling out
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Hear the trains
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Pulling out
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Hear the trains
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Pulling out
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Hear the trains
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Pulling out
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Pulling out
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Hear the trains
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Hear the trains
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Waterloo
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| Dream Academy |
