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
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