the stations
Are so similar.
You at one waited, got cold.
I at the other, waited.
Waited, waited.
Decided to walk.
Met each other at your door
As you blinked the lights
To lock your car.
Perhaps you misheard.
Names Of by Paul Brookes
the stations
Are so similar.
You at one waited, got cold.
I at the other, waited.
Waited, waited.
Decided to walk.
Met each other at your door
As you blinked the lights
To lock your car.
Perhaps you misheard.
In Between Hangovers 
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