Letras: Afterhours. Pop Kills Your Soul. On Time.

On time
I ain't got time,
only got a dime
to make a last call
I'm gettin' soaking wet and
it ain't rained yet since last fall
I got myself a coach ticket
on the Southern railroad line
I don't have
to worry 'cause
I know it never leaves on time
Late last night
we made love and
ev'rything was all right
You walked out the door
and the only thing
I saw was the hall light
I got myself a coach ticket
on the Southern railroad line
I don't have to worry
I know it never leaves on time
Why didn't you see that
you don't feel the same way as I do
I understood before
that you couldn't take
much more as I knew
I got myself a coach ticket
on the Southern railroad line
I don't have to worry
'cause I know it never leaves
on time

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