Oh…
It won’t be long before your train arrives at rainy Waterloo.
It won’t be long before you’re leaving-
You’re leaving.
And I’m jealous of your shoes, they take you step by step away from me.
I’m jealous of this railway station-
Does that make me crazy?
And my worn out love-
Like the worn out strings on my favorite guitar.
And I’m all out of words to make it better.
There’ll be no one to fight with now, you’re leaving-
No one to believe in.
There’ll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight,
On the doorsteps of London.
No more tender goodbyes,
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