| Everyone knew she was gonna be fast
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| Everyone said they could build her to last
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| 10,000 tons of hurtlin steel
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| Screamin round the curves nobody at the wheel
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| Everyone said don’t pay it any mind
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| There’s a pot of gold waitin at the end of the line
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| Just move with the eye of the hurricane
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| You’ll never get off this runaway train
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| Nobody cared when they piled on board
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| And the doors snapped shut and the engines roared
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| They pushed to the front
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| Some fell to the back
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| Buyin and sellin every inch of the track
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| Deep in the engines fire in the hole
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| Dark skinned workers shovelin coal
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| All singin their sad refrain
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| We’ll never get off this runaway train
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| Up in the diner everybody decked out in their finery
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| Can’t see the wreck comin up ahead
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| With their bellies full of wine
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| It’s the last thing going through their minds
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| So proud of the engine proud of the speed
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| Call for the porter give them everything they need
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| Stare through the glass feel no pain
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| Don’t even know they’re on a runaway train
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| Long after midnight a pitiful few sound the alarm
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| Don’t know what else to do
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| Bangin on the doors of the cabin and crew
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| Hey we gotta slow down or we won’t make it through
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| Sleepy riders don’t want to wake
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| Or suffer the shock when they put on the brake
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| Don’t want to question, don’t want to complain
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| Rather keep ridin on this runaway train |