| Here comes the train
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| Pained and wailing
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| Eye focused on you warily
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| But still unblinking
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| Is this the one I’m supposed to bring
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| For this next journey
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| Endless and complex
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| Injuries you’ll never be prepared to dress
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| A hundred stops you’ll sleep away
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| Then wake to wish you hadn’t and
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| You take your time packing light
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| I never could comprehend
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| How it took you hours to finally end
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| Up with a list of twenty forgotten things
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| To the naive eye not the headlight
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| You might appear to actually care for something
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| But you’re not guarding this life with your own
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| Just risking mine
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| What a fucking waste
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| This time
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| Remember when I said you were bound to make another mistake
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| Was it stupidity or a self-fulfilling prophecy
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| Self-fulfilled
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| I should say
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| Unless you were planning on
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| One more fuck up today
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| Another idiot’s dance
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| Are we just supposed to watch and laugh
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| We’re far from amused
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| In fact we might as well be lying on the tracks
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| Here comes the crash
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| Too fast to catch my heart
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| Propelled from my chest while my body
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| Lurched and halted with the brakes
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| While everything else seems to slow around me
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| I can’t believe this is happening again
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| I was never meant to be here
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| I complain
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| Because for a moment the ride was steady
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| But your devastation was inevitable
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| Expected
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| Yet unavoidable
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| Like the cycle of natural wildfire
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| The peril is far too close
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| To allow any delay in my stride
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| The deaths and wounds are far too real
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| For me just to stand and gape
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| Wide-eyed
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| Like the crowd
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| That can’t help themselves
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| Or us
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| I’m sorry
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| But I won’t be entertained by your train wreck life
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| Will it be neglect or abuse
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| That puts you underground
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| Your tracks are sore from overuse
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| And they’re finally wearing down
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| A scar for every accident
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| New waste to block the way
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| All aboard your train wreck life
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| Last stop
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| Tracks of decay |