10:15 she’s on the train
Flipping thru the pages selling junk
That no one needs
10:16 she looks at me
Looks thru me at the scenery
Somehow it’s all the same
She is surrounded
By so many foolish props
Someone made
If I was more continental
And less judgmental
Maybe I’d believe
These cold steel rails
Mean something more
Lead someplace we’ve never been before
But I’m more inclined to leave
I am surrounded by
So many evil thoughts
Someone made
She is surrounded
By so many foolish props
Someone made
10:15 she’s on the train
Flipping thru the pages selling junk
That no one needs
Flipping thru the pages selling junk
That no one needs
Looks thru me at the scenery
Somehow it’s all the same
By so many foolish props
Someone made
And less judgmental
Maybe I’d believe
Mean something more
Lead someplace we’ve never been before
But I’m more inclined to leave
So many evil thoughts
Someone made
By so many foolish props
Someone made
Flipping thru the pages selling junk
That no one needs
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