Stepping off the train every morning..
I'm simply somewhere else..
Buzzing in my head is that warning..
That all of it still maybe false..
But its true though its too good to be..
That I see you in the Nine Twenty Three..
And no I just dont wanna help it..
Dont wanna forget you for a bit..
Roaming around everywhere clueless..
Looking for you o' drop dead gorgeous..
The days have never passed so fast..
Or maybe I'm running through them..
And I can almost see it flying past..
Reflecting on me all my life's mayhem..
But it all disappears leaving me in a fix..
When you smile at me in the Five past Six..
And no I just dont wanna help it..
Dont wanna forget you for a bit..
Roaming around everywhere clueless..
Looking for you o' drop dead gorgeous..
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