Once more just before Im leaving

Torn on the platform

Once more just before Im leaving

Torn on the platform



Cos Ill miss you and I love you

I know this is over just for mow

Cos I miss you, ohh, how I miss you

Youre not my girl you're my town



A weekend away, leave the city today

Dont want the big smoke to leave me behind

The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo

50 p to the tramp makes me feel kind



I get a good seat , with a window my feet

Are up on the one in front everyone stares

Why do they care, like theres feelings in chairs

Trapped for 3 hours until I get there



* Cos my

Eyes, eyes, eyes

Are not

Dry, dry, dry

As I 



** Realise, ise, ise

That in a few minutes this train will be gone

Sighs, sighs, sighs

City

Fly's, fly's, fly's

Wonder

Why, why, why

Would anyone want to leave where I come from?



*** Torn on the platform

Torn on the platform

Torn on the platform



It's 1.58 wish that I had been late

And missed the train and given them an excuse

But what is the use, I've less slack than a noose

Do or die stay or go what shall I choose



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Like in a film the motion starts to slow

As the beeping carriage doors begin to close

Momenterily I'm standing froze

Then I jump between the gap

Land on the platform flat



I'm not



[Repeat ***]