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10:15 she's on the train
Flipping through the pages selling junk
That no one needs
10:16 she looks at me
Looks through 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 through the pages selling junk
That no one needs