| Make up new wounds to count and contemplate
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| Hear that lonesome whistle blowin'
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| Just for you and you alone
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| Lightning speed to nowhere it’s your lucky day
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| Can’t believe the nerve of that proceeding
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| Worse than where you are is that you got there first
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| Sure you can reverse
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| Turn a blessing to a curse
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| Lightning train to nowhere in the universe
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| Stressing every syllable of your complaint
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| Can’t they tell the difference
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| Between passengers and freight?
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| Cursing the conductor then
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| We try our luck again
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| Lightning speed to nowhere but oblivion
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| Pictures play in place all day
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| They never leave their wall
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| They stand against it
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| And when they talk
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| They do so it can hear
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| For they know
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| That their wall has ears
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| All ears, all ears
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| Swatting at the smoke rings in the dining car
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| Speculation station is that where we are?
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| Plenty Of Conjecture
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| Would you like to give a lecture?
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| Lightning train to anywhere but very far
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| Lightning Speed to nowhere but obscurity
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| Only destination is the scenery
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| Hear that lonesome whistle blowin'
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| Just for you and you alone
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| Lightning train illusion of Velocity |