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That midnight tram is a long and a slow oneThe timetable's set, the brakernan is tired Your seat is reserved with exceptions for no one No luggage allowed, no ticket requiredIt will be there right on time at the station Even if midnight must come at high noon And you will not know that tram's destination And you'll not leave late nor one minute too soonYou may sit beside fear and go worse than lonely Or travel with trust and love and faith restored These choices you have and these choices only When that tram rolls in and you step on boardNow that whistle blows, yes it's already whimn' If you listen close, you can hear it soft and clear And that headlight burns, yes it's already shimn' You might as well choose right now, it's love or fear It's love or fear From Letras Mania