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I know of a boat that sank a long, long time ago.

You have told me so. You try hard not to think, and it’s getting old.

He was much like us, but not the same. The suit, the tie, he took our name.

We dealt a hand, he knew not when to fold.

Now you’re lost somewhere in translation.

I sit alone at Grand Central Station.

waiting for a train, for you to get home.

And now they file by in single fashion.

It’s not your fault, you’re a slave to passion.

I’ll sit right here until you get home.

Now and then I’ll see you trace a line from here and back again.

Here and now, we’re both wondering where you’ve been.

You can’t change what’s done, what we’ve become or anything under the sun.

It’s static. I’ve had it. The baggage ways a ton.

Now you’re lost somewhere in translation.

I sit alone at Grand Central Station.

I’m waiting for a train, for you to get home.

And now they file by in single fashion.

It’s not your fault, you’re a slave to passion.

I’ll sit right here until you get home.

Now you’re lost somewhere in translation.

I find myself growing impatient.

I just want you all for my own.

Sitting alone in Grand Central Station,

you’re next to me but gone on vacation

in your own head, and it’s getting old.

Now you’re lost somewhere in translation.

I sit alone at Grand Central Station.

I’m waiting for a train, for you to get home.

And now they file by in single fashion.

It’s not your fault, you’re a slave to passion.

I’ll sit right here until you get home.

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