10:15 Songtext

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10:15 Songtext
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
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