Goodbye to the old bus stop, frozen and waiting.
The weekend edition has this town way overrated,
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, old friend, I can't make you stay,
I can't spend another ten years wishing you would anyway.
Somewhere beyond the bitter end is where I wanna be,
Waiting on a train track, and the train never comes back,
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires.
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