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Jackson-HarcourtEarly train starts on timeEverybody else is feeling fineReading the papers and studying the formAnd the people just taking this as normExcept meI don't seem to function till at least a quarter to threeStare at the floorI don't want to take this Kings Cross train no moreI'm drinking whiskey at the barCan't afford the dining carRuddy faced soldiers drink and curseBuy themselves out if it gets worseGrates on me‘Cause I don't even share the same philosophyLeaving the barWell, I wish that Kings Cross station didn't have to be so farKings Cross bluesKings Cross bluesKings Cross bluesKings Cross bluesWell, taking this journey to the SouthTo find work to feed the extra mouthI'll find it hard to have to say‘Cause they don't talk the same wayGrates on meWell, I don't even share the same philosophyLeaving the barOh, wish that Kings Cross station didn't have to be so farKings Cross bluesKings Cross bluesKings Cross bluesKings Cross blues