| A one, two, three, four
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| It was a long walk to the parked car
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| Keep your head down, keep your hands warm
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| I already can’t see straight
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| Miles and miles from where we began
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| And I heard steel on steel
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| Blinding light and grating wheels
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| Everything moves so fast
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| Leaves no time to ask
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| Does nothing last?
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| Do all things pass?
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| Just ash to ash?
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| It was a short story to tell
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| Over and over to myself
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| Each time it became more clear
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| The only one to blame was standing here
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| And I heard steel on steel
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| Blinding light and grating wheels
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| Everything moves so fast
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| Leaves no time to ask
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| Does nothing last?
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| Do all things pass?
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| Just ash to ash?
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| What a curse
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| What a lie
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| Destined to survive
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| And relive every night
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| Like my hands were tied |