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Waiting for a late train full of hate Just track and city beyond the gate The breath of an ugly stranger in my face Just wanting to get the hell out of this place If in a week's time you're not mine I'm gonna touch that live line Oh that live line Oh that live line I was your heaven I was your hell I was at the scene when our true love fell A murderer sweeping up its broken shell Pocketing the dust and the dirt from my fragile spell If in a week's time you're not mine Im gonna touch that live line Oh that live line Oh that live line Into the morning this train is jerking on I'm not sure of what I'm running from Its so hard to love you when your love is gone Let go of the hold that I've had for so long If in a week's time you're not mine I'm gonna touch that live line If in a week's time you're not mine I'm gonna touch that live line Oh that live line From Letras Mania