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Rattling down the track on iron wheels, |
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This is not an exercise, it's for real. |
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I'm up here in the rushing wind, way down there. |
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This town is just a traffic jam, |
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You can't walk the streets or breathe the air. |
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I'm a runaway train driver. |
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I'm a runaway train driver. |
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I'm a runaway train driver, |
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Heading off the rails. |
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Thundering through the night with the moon in my eyes, |
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Out into the daybreak and the new sunrise. |
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All I found was loneliness in the crush of the crowd, |
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But I'm bound for freedom now, |
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I've got power and speed, I'm never slowing down. |
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I'm a runaway train driver. |
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I'm a runaway train driver. |
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I'm a runaway train driver, |
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Heading off the rails. |
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I am no ordinary vandal, oh no! |
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Hanging on to the dead man's handle |
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And I'm never going to let go, |
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Never going to let go... |
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This is not the green train. |
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I'm pulling this cargo up and over the top. |
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It's a loaded son of a gun with the hammer cocked. |
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Slow-moving son of a bomb, soon it's going to roll. |
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It's too late to evacuate, |
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It wouldn't do any good. |
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Where would you go? |
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I'm a runaway train driver. |
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I'm a runaway train driver. |
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I'm a runaway train driver, |
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Heading off the rails. |
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This is not the green train... |
