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Wind blows snow outside my windows |
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Crowd below runs wild in the streets |
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Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys |
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Heading for the finish line |
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Down in the train yard out by the stockyard |
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Butchers with aprons hack meat in the snow |
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Blood has the brothers pulsing with envy |
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Heading for the finish line |
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Two rented brothers. Their faces keep changing |
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Just like these feelings I have for you |
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And nothing's forever not even five minutes |
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When you're headed for the finish line |
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Down in the depot out by the meat rack |
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Down by the tunnels surrounding the jail |
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Prisoners are marching in squares and in circles |
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They're heading for the finish line |
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They're lining up for Noah's Ark |
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They're stabbing each other in the dark |
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Saluting a flag made of some rich guy's socks |
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Heading for the finish line |
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Close to the line the ice is cracking |
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Two rented feelings sitting in the stands |
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Two mothers, two fathers and both of them are paid for |
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All of a sudden it comes back to me |
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Just up ahead is the finish line |
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Two rented referees and two checkered rags |
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Out of the corner of my eye comes a |
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Dark horse with black wings |
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Headed for the finish line |
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I'm five years old the room is fuzzy |
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I think there's also a very young girl |
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It's hard to remember what happened exactly |
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As I'm staring at the finish line |
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First came fire then came light |
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Then came feeling then came sight |