STATION
I put my station where it wouldn't matter -
Bob the conductor, now flashing his cards.
I walked the three miles to get myself here.
If only I could stop thinking of you, so hard,
If only I could stop thinking of you, so hard,
with such a concentration. I'd sit to rest,
here at the station, which I've put where
it wouldn't matter. Bob the Conductor,
now flashing his cards.
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