Second Class Wait Here Cifras

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[Intro]
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[Verse]
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At suburban railway stations, you may see them as you pass
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There are signboards on the platforms saying, 'Wait here second class;'
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And to me the whirr and thunder and the cluck of running gear
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Seem to be for ever saying, saying 'Second class wait here'
 
 
[Verse]
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Yes the second class were waiting, in the days of serf and prince,
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And the second class are waiting — they've been waiting ever since.
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There are gardens in the background, and the line is bare and drear,
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Yet they wait beneath the signboard, sneering 'Second class wait here.'
 
 
[Interlude]
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[Verse]
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I have waited in the winter, in the mornings dark and damp,
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When the asphalt platform glistened underneath that lonely lamp.
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And the wind among the poplars and the wires that thread the air
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Seemed to be for ever snarling, snarling 'Second class wait here.'
 
 
[Verse]
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Out beyond the further suburb, near a chimney stack alone,
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Lay the works of Grinder Brothers, with a platform of their own;
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And I waited there and suffered, waited there for many a day,
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Slaved beneath a phantom signboard, telling all my hopes to stay!.
 
 
[Interlude]
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[Verse]
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Oh! a man must feel revengeful for a boyhood such as mine.
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God! I hate the very houses near the workshop by the line;
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And the smell of railway stations, and the roar of running gear,
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And the scornful-snearing signboards, saying 'Second class wait here.'
 
 
[Verse]
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There's a train with Death for driver, that is ever going past,
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There will be no class compartments, when it's all aboard at last
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For the long white jasper platform with an Eden in the rear;
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And there won't be any signboards, saying 'Second class wait here.'
 
 
[Tag]
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Oh no there won't be any signboards, saying 'Second class wait here.'
 
 
[Outro]
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