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One by one The boys line up. A full night planned Spoiling their livers Under strobe lights. Across the platform The ticket man waits To catch the nine o'clock Back to his bed, Before the working day starts again. They talk about where they're headed through town - I wonder if they'll find true love Or just a kiss and a shove Near by the bar stools tonight. The tannoy sounds, The robot woman speaks, Doors part and revert back. I wish you were coming with me.
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
Platform Blues
One by one The boys line up. A full night planned Spoiling their livers Under strobe lights. Across the platform The ticket man waits To catch the nine o'clock Back to his bed, Before the working day starts again. They talk about where they're headed through town - I wonder if they'll find true love Or just a kiss and a shove Near by the bar stools tonight. The tannoy sounds, The robot woman speaks, Doors part and revert back. I wish you were coming with me.
emma-duncanson
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
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