Gentle strumming fills the air
As out the window cars roll by
Their noise blocked by windows,
Drowned out by gentle music
But while you cannot hear them
The ground below still rumbles
As they roll by
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Waiting room sensations
Gentle strumming fills the air
As out the window cars roll by
Their noise blocked by windows,
Drowned out by gentle music
But while you cannot hear them
The ground below still rumbles
As they roll by
