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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 |
