| It still looks the same here after all these years.
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| The junkies and the steamboat men,
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| The sun never set on them here.
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| He walks to his rundown home,
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| Hell-bent to find his mother,
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| But all that fear comes back
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| When he is greeted by his brother.
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| «it's not the same»
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| Its not the same
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| Its not the same
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| «oh, I never thought you would come right to me.
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| I’ve spent years on these docks
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| Just waiting after you left,
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| We were left with nothing.
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| Every day what you did ran through me.
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| You selfish fuck.
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| It’s your fault,
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| Can’t you see?
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| Your addict mother is dead.
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| Now, are you happy?
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| You’re left with nothing.
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| You’re left with nothing.
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| Now, you’ll pay your debt to me.
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| You coward cheating thief.
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| Down at those long steel tracks,
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| Your life is my payback.»
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| «I bet you wish you were dead.»
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| They walk the rails with a gun to his head.
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| And so he lay on the ties,
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| Just waiting.
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| Those racing thoughts through his head came rushing.
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| He slips out from the weight of the elder.
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| The younger’s fear once again toppled over.
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| And now it’s his upper hand,
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| He sees the steam overhead.
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| This will be the last the elder breathes again.
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| Roll on through,
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| That train bearing down.
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| As it ended his days,
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| He somehow knew it would always be this way.
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| So ends that cold heart legacy. |