White Room

Cream

Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: C

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In a white room with black curtains near the station.
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Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
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Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
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Dawn-light smiles on your leaving, my contentment.
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I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
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Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

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You said no strings could secure you at the station.
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Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
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I walked into such a sad time at the station.
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As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
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I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
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Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

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At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
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Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
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Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
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She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
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I'll sleep in this place with the lonely- crowd;
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Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.