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in the shuffling madness |
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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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and he feels the piston scraping |
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steam breaking on his brow |
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old charlie stole the handle |
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and the train, it won't stop going no way to slow down, oh |
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he sees his children jumping off |
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at 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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and oh, he's crawling down the corridor |
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on his hands and knees |
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old charlie stole the handle |
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and the train, it won't stop going no way to slow down, oh |
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no way to slow down |
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he hears the silence howling |
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when he 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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oh, and he picks up gideon's bible |
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and it's open at page one |
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i think god, he stole the handle |
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and the train, it won't stop going |
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no way to slow down |
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no way to slow down |
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no way to slow down |
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no way to slow down |
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no way to slow down |
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no way to slow down |
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no way to slow down |
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no way to slow down |
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no way to slow down |
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no way to slow down |
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no way to slow down |
