Your mother was crying
Your father passed her a handkerchief
Their tear-stained
Fate took a freeway to my room
Said too much while
Morning, this morning the curtains are shut
I'll ring you in
You say it's time to leave, now babe, I can't
Came in from the city walked into the door
I turned
Sometimes I feel, I'll never belong
I want to get there
To your credit to the thirty faces you created
To your
Take no notice 'cos I'm just the sameThere's a thousand
(instrumental)
I stand alone and watch the clock
I only wait for
Midnight it's raining outside, yeah
He must be soaking wet
Everyone is
Winter sounds the crying
Like an old man slowly dying
And the
If I wait for just a second more
I know, I'll
When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and
Looking from a window above
It's like a story of love,
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