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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 Letras de cancionesBy so many foolish props Someone made 10:15 she's on the train Flipping thru the pages selling junk That no one needs From Letras Mania