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Down by the beach road |
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Crawling through the undergrowth |
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Stand by the railing |
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And look along |
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Put your ear to the ground |
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Listen for a while |
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Till all the tracks start |
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Humming and buzzing |
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Then the roar comes |
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And it's louder than the drums |
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Cause it's tons and tons and tons |
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Of steel going faster |
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Now maybe I'm on the bridge |
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And near the very edge |
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And I'm waiting for the train |
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To pass under |
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It's got fifteen carriages |
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Each one saying what it is |
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This is bigger than anything |
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That'll ever go past you |
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It drowns out what you say |
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And it blows the dust away |
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And it makes it's own way |
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We can't stop it |
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This train will take you anywhere |
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This train will take you anywhere |
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You want to go |
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I'm on the border |
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Berlin to Warsaw |
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I can't tell the things I saw |
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You'd see them anyway |
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It's the same where you go |
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Hanol to Bangalore |
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From Belize to Bogato |
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You can ride on |
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Get on at the platform |
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Keep your eyes on the land |
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And see the colours all change |
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And the world all open |
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This train will take you anywhere |
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And you can see anything |
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You can sleep or you can imagine |
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This train will take you anywhere |
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You want to go |
