when truth lies out the window?
Why do you rush about on trains
discontent with where you've been- though
I'd understand it if you didn't shut your eyes
when truth lies out the window.
But to you childhood is lies,
a hat is a hat is a hat,
I'd understand it if you didn't shut your eyes,
did not ignore the perfect sunset that
could save you if you weren't so sure
a hat is a hat is a hat.
A beautiful rose, ever pure-
oh why do you rush about on trains?
She could save you if you weren't so sure
that you must rush about on trains.
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