6.3.5.
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Dry sky put my things together, jump in the car
Outside the world is so quiet, no one at the traffic lights
Drive fast heading to the airport
Fumbling for my boarding card
Breathe deep, stay calm, i'm off on the 6.3.5
Maybe i will see you tonight, in dublin town
What's your name - depends on the weather, strange line
Black hair blue eyes, call cards expensive wine
Smoke pub hale-bopp, never played for such a crowd
I'm in the world of contraditions, violence and smiles
I came withe the 6.3.5. leaving tonight,
Dublin town, glad that i've seen you tonight
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