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Catch a train direct to death |
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Glide where wheels and rails caress |
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Hear the last taboos expressed |
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In language looted and compressed |
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Abandon this world for the next |
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Cross the great plain of forgetfulness |
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Trans Siberian Express |
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Life on earth is short at best |
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The cities are a game of chess |
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Copper domes and statuettes |
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Victories with marble breasts |
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Leave your burden with the rest |
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Watch the sleepers phosphoresce |
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Trans Siberian Express |
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Rich man leave your wealthiness |
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Wanderer, your solemn dress |
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Seafarer, the sea's caress |
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Beowulf, your angriness |
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Time to take a second guess |
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Time to make a pact with death |
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Trans Siberian Express |
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The world is long, there is no consolation |
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For those who join at the end of the line |
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Through the train the four winds blow |
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The arctic and the sirocco |
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Stalactite and stalagmite |
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Stalag camp and satellite |
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Pass the captives on death row |
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The gulag archipelago |
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The skulls of reindeer in the snow |
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The longboat drifts, the dead float slow |
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Frightened wolves, nowhere to go |
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Find winding cloths of sleet and snow |
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The sleeping kings of long ago |
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Deep beneath Ben Bulben grow |
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Drifts are shifted by the plough |
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Like waves that break against the prow |
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How do you like your blue-eyed boy now |
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Mr Death? |
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Before the crocus cloaked the steppes |
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Before the tadpoles and the nests |
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Jack Frost screamed, his voice so hoarse |
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The signalmen were blown off course |
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They passed Attila on his horse |
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Passed the Visigoths and Norse |
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Villages with Viking forts |
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And knew not where they were |
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The world is long, there is no consolation |
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For those who join at the end of the line |
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The skeletons were at the feast |
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Before the dreams of ancient Greece |
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Before the shaman and the priest |
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Jason and the Golden Fleece |
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Before the Dead Sea Scrolls released |
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Their meaning or the experts pieced together |
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The epic of Gilgamesh |
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Trans Siberian Express |
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Don't cry for me I never cried for you |
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Just left without the name |
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Of the place I'm going to |
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Left without so much as a whisper |
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To remind you |
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I'm travelling to forget you |
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And to find you |
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The world is long, there is no consolation |
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For those who join at the end of the line |