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Prospects By Madness.

A train ride
Till tuesday
A platform far away
Scarlet shades of evening
Move clouds so grey
The waking
Ariving
The dirty station where
He passes crouds of people
Who Don t see him there
He s a desert island man
A forgien man who s cast away
Stranded in this home from home
>From his family far away
Home
This is it
This is it
Is this my heart
I miss you with all my heart
This is not
Is this not my home
One shoe laced cardboard suitcase
One passport from he came
One room for a light bulb
Where no one s been
Sticks and stones
My old bones
It s now nineteen fifty four
When then I could fight
But not any more
The city room
Where is my room
He thinks of home far away
Home
This is it
This is it
Is this my heart
I miss you with all my heart
This is not
Is this not my home
I thik I m geting old
Well the climate s changed
Stranded on this island
While others change
He s a desert island man
A forgien man who s cast away
Stranded in this home from home
>From his family far away
How is it when you feel it
Do you know what gets you down
You re looking in the windows
When you walk this town
>From the L.P./Cassette "Keep Moving"

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