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Jump To The Next TrainEither way it's suicide
Cars drive through in real time
You choose the stars in blue and white
I love you till i'm dead inside
Plastic eyes look milky white
And the violence makes things hard to hide
Our pale faces sink in time
Either way it's suicide
You Write The RulesYou write the rules, I play along.
You read the lines of your favourite song.
You never listen when I try to talk.
Sometimes I fall when I try to walk.
You left me here outside in the rain.
I want to feel the sunshine on my face.
Some people turn to give the upper hand.