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CindeCrella was on the last train that Amstops at every station Yes, she Fstayed long after midnight, yes, she Amgave in to temptation She thought her Clipstick and her hairspray would sAmtand her in good stead And CindeFrella is on the last train when she Amshould be home in bed The man - he leans across the table with his coat over his arm Hoping she might read its label its his one and only charm While she's thinking of excuses she mights use when she gets home Like a bomb scare or an accident nowhere near a working phone
And Cinderella's on the last train... The man he stares at her reflection hoping he won't catch her eye She's just a face against the darkness with streetlights flying backwards in the sky The train it stops between two stations a cold wind blows over his knee And he's filled with trepidation when he thinks where he should be Not with Cinderella on the last train... instrumental verse bit
The dawn it Dmrises in the Amdistance like one they'd Dmnever seen beAmfore Now there's a Dmpoem on the Fwindow and there are Gburnmarks on the Ffloor And the Dmcollector walks straight Ampast them returning Dmto his flask ofAm tea He's smiling Dmsafely in the Fknowledge he's the onlGy one that's paid to Fbe That's paid to bGe with
Cinderella on the last train... Should be home in bed, in bed, in bed...