Paroles de 10:15
10:15 she's on the trainFlipping 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 Flipping thru the pages selling junk
That no one needs
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 Flipping thru the pages selling junk
That no one needs
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