It’s four a.m
On Atocha’s platform number eight
We’re waiting for a train
Madrid is insane
And it’s the way your head
Slides until my chest
It’s the way your eyes
Fill this empty track
Then two guys came
Asking for a cigarette
They wondered why
I’m such a lucky man
But the don´t know that
You and I won’t last
They don´t know that
We’re about to say goodnight
And no matter what happened between us
No matter why we were unkind
No matter how we let the time go by
Cause everyone was freezing but us
It’s four a.m
On Atocha’s platform number eight
We’re waiting for a train
Madrid is insane
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