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Chorus
She sings a song about a train
Leaves King’s Cross every night
Through the darkness and the rain
Streams a beam of light
Going up to the land
They fought so much about
The Night Scotsman understands
That no one wants to live there now
Verse 1
If all of this beauty
Is made from paper mache
Rough around the gills
Like a deckled edge
On a wedding invite
That was cancelled yesterday
She says she’s going to Paris
To breathe a little easier
From the pressure cooker
Of a gold fish bowl
And one more clandestine affair
Verse 2
You don’t have to be
rude
Because you can
The funniest side to humor
Is one step above
The paroled prisoner who
Empties out your garbage cans
He inspects them closely
Because he knows the value
Of a discarded rubber band
He can’t wait for the day
When he travels back to the gates
In a welcoming transit van
M8
If this is all you know
And this is all you fancy
Watch back to back episodes
Of Breaking Bad and CSI Miami
Some folks want a pony
Peanut butter and jelly
Most folks take the money
And live inside
The kind of hell
That goes with this kind of liberty
Verse 3
And now the note on is the mantelpiece
Waiting for his contribution
He worked hard all week
From dawn til dusk
In an awkward situation
He read a book about an Indian chief
And one about an Indian chef
To his surprise
And to his relief
He was locked down safely courtesy of
Another governmental institution
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