| What’s that sound, sounds like a train
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| Why’s a black caped man knotting my legs
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| This seems odd that my goodbye would be
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| The here and now while I am facing the sky
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| Seem like if my memory serves me right
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| Some dame should be here in this place of mine
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| No dame what a shame
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| Looks like I’m the one to be saved
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| Caught in an old silent film
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| Where the chances are zero for the perilous hero
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| Can’t win with an evil villain
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| So somebody page my stand in
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| Excuse me sir, don’t mean to intrude
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| Could I ask something from you
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| Clearly there’s not too much time
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| If I could get free
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| Well don’t you think that I would
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| Seem like if my memory serves me right
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| Some dame should be here in this place of mine
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| No dame what a shame
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| Am I all alone in this game
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| This is the dichotomy that leads to the epitome of every continental divide
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| Caught in an old silent film
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| Where the chances are zero for the perilous hero
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| Can’t win with an evil villain
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| So somebody page my stand in
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| Could this be my, my last good bye, facing the sky
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| Caught in an old silent film
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| Where the chances are zero for the perilous hero
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| Can’t win with an evil villain
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| So somebody page my stand in
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| Caught in an old silent film
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| Where the chances are zero for the perilous hero
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| Can’t win with an evil villain
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| So somebody page my stand in |