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The New York Central Railroad was something in her day |
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A million tons of coal and steel must have passed this way |
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The ghost of some old engineer |
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Walks this earth and you might hear |
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When looking down on all those lights |
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"Could I see your ticket please?" |
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When it's gone it's gone |
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But the echoes just go on and on and on |
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We send it out like our breath |
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And somebody takes it in, somebody takes it in |
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Someone |
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In the age of possibility, cheap gas, John Glenn and tube TV |
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When Martin walked many miles to stand beside Gandhi |
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But faith was stoned with cans and rocks |
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And the neighbor kid came home in a box |
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Now we don't believe so much of everything we hear |
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When it's gone it's gone |
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But the echoes just go on and on and on |
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We send it out like our breath |
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And somebody takes it in, somebody takes it in |
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Someone |
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Tomorrow's just too far to see |
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To far to know to love or grieve |
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Every action is received |
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Like a legacy |
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It is our legacy |
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Route 26 was open fields and I remember when |
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Now every town I pass on through |
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Has the same outer skin |
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How could he sell his father's bones |
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The others did but he just won't |
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He says "When I am dead you can take it all |
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But for now just let them graze." |
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When it's gone it's gone |
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But the echoes just go on and on and on |
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We send it out like our breath |
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And somebody takes it in, somebody takes it in |
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Someone |
