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The cloudy head, my legs are lead, the thinking’s overdone, |
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This sleeper train’s a day away, from where it once begun, |
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And here is a place called home. |
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Here is the great unknown. |
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And I’m ready, to go. |
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I let you win, translucent skin, you tip-toed in with stealth, |
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I just let go, of rules, I know, the ones I set myself. |
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And here, did you hear him go? |
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Fleeting, as west Wales snow. |
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But I’m ready, ready now. |
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I’m ready, to know. |
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When something, in this place, |
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Reveals, a hollow space. |
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And if doubt crosses your face, |
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I’m too far away, to see. |
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The pain is wet, too close you get; the colours only run. |
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And the lines will bleed on empty sheets, when all is said and done. |
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I’m here, as the towns fly past, |
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Here, as the die is cast. |
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I’m ready, ready now, |
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I’m ready, ready now. |
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I’m ready, ready now, |
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I’m ready, at last. |