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In the Shuffling madness of the locomotive breath, |
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Runs the all time loser, headlong to his death |
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He feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his brow |
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Old Charlie stole the handle and the train that watched her go |
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You know he couldn't slow down |
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No he couldn't slow down |
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He sees his children jumping off at stations one by one |
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His woman and his best friend in bed and having fun |
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Crawling down the corridor on his hands and knees |
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Old Charlie stole the handle and the train that watched her go |
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No he couldn't slow down |
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No he couldn't slow down |
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He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall |
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And the all time winner has got him by the balls |
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He picks up Gideons Bible open at page one |
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I thank God he stole the handle and the train that watched her go |
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You know he couldn't slow down |
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No he couldn't slow down |
