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On Peterborough Station
I'm in love with the girl
On the 4.59
At the opposite platform
On the going South line
I can just see her profile
Through both our windows
Short curly hair
Pert little nose
If she turned her head
Perhaps she would see
Me blow her a kiss
And wave back to me
But it's too late
And she'll never know
For the Guard's waved his flag
And we've started to go
So goodbye to the girl
On the 4.59
I'm being pulled away
On the going North line
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