Sunday is only two days away
Already they berkata a train was coming in late
I’ll wait
This reminds me of last year
September, I think
When anda berkata anda loved me
But anda had to leave me
So I’ll wait, I said
On a Sunday train
I can hear the whistle
Blowing anda away
On a Sunday train
I can hear the steeple bells
Ringing a refrain
And I’ll say goodbye, again and again
Cause I can’t get it out of my head
And I’ll wait like I wait for every Sunday train
It’s cold here tonight
Christmas I think
Did anda get my letter?
The paper was like this blue and pink
Two hours to go now
And already I’m here
Seat 24A just...
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