A light snow is falling on London
All sign of the living has gone
The last train pulls into the stations
And no-one gets off and no-one gets on
Don't hate me
I'm not special like you
I'm tired and I'm so alone
One light burns in a window
It guides all the shadows below
Inside the ghost of a parting
And no-one is left, just the cigarette smoke
Don't hate me
I'm not special like you
I'm tired and I'm so alone
Don't fight me
I know you'll never care
Can I call you on the telephone, now and then?
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