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In the shuffling madess |
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of the locomotive breath, |
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runs the all-time loser, |
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headlong to his death. |
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He feels the piston scraping -- |
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steam breaking on his brow -- |
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old Charlie stole the handle and |
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the train won't stop going -- |
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no way to slow down. |
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He sees his children jumping off |
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at the stations -- one by one. |
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His woman and his best friend -- |
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in bed and having fun. |
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He's crawling down the corridor |
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on his hands and knees -- |
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old Charlie stole the handle and |
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the train won't stop going -- |
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no way to slow down. |
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He hears the silence howling -- |
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catches angels as they fall. |
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And the all-time winner |
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has got him by the balls. |
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He picks up Gideons Bible -- |
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open at page one -- |
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old Charlie stole the handle and |
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the train won't stop going -- |
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no way to slow down. |
