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Torn On The Platform 
Easy
by Jack Peñate
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Once more before I'm torn on the platform
more before I'm leaving torn on the platform
'Cause I miss you
And I love you
And I know this is over for now
'Cause I miss you, oh, how I miss you
You're not my girl you're my town
A away
Leave the city today
Don't the big smoke to leave me behind
The train at two
Platform three Waterloo
Fifty p to the tramp me kind
I get a good seat
With a window, my feet
Are up on the one in front, stares
But why do they care
there's feelings in chairs
Trapped for three until I get there
Eyes, eyes, eyes are not dry, dry, dry
As I realise-lise-lise
in a few minutes will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs, city fly's, fly's, fly's
Wonder why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I from
I'm torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
It's one fifty eight
Wish that I had been late
And missed the train and given them an excuse
But what is the use
I've less slack than a noose
Do or die stay or go what shall I choose
'Cause eyes, eyes, are not dry, dry, dry
As I realise-lise-lise
That in a few minutes this train will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs, city fly's, fly's, fly's
Wonder why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I come from
I'm on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Like in a film the motion to slow
As the beeping carriage doors begin to close
I'm standing froze
Then I jump between the gap
Land on the platform flat
I'm not torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
more before I'm leaving torn on the platform
'Cause I miss you
And I love you
And I know this is over for now
'Cause I miss you, oh, how I miss you
You're not my girl you're my town
A away
Leave the city today
Don't the big smoke to leave me behind
The train at two
Platform three Waterloo
Fifty p to the tramp me kind
I get a good seat
With a window, my feet
Are up on the one in front, stares
But why do they care
there's feelings in chairs
Trapped for three until I get there
Eyes, eyes, eyes are not dry, dry, dry
As I realise-lise-lise
in a few minutes will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs, city fly's, fly's, fly's
Wonder why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I from
I'm torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
It's one fifty eight
Wish that I had been late
And missed the train and given them an excuse
But what is the use
I've less slack than a noose
Do or die stay or go what shall I choose
'Cause eyes, eyes, are not dry, dry, dry
As I realise-lise-lise
That in a few minutes this train will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs, city fly's, fly's, fly's
Wonder why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I come from
I'm on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Like in a film the motion to slow
As the beeping carriage doors begin to close
I'm standing froze
Then I jump between the gap
Land on the platform flat
I'm not torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
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