| The cold finally broke this morning
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| It’s quiet on the dock
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| The sun feels so close and warming
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| The air is heavy
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| I’m dreaming of a life I can’t afford
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| The ground starts to tremble beneath my feet
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| Feels like my train is coming in
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| I can hear it screaming in the distance
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| My train is coming in
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| Eyes cast towards the heavens
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| They can tell my train is coming in
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| All hands, all hands, all hands
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| My train is coming in
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| I’m standing here in disbelief
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| Like how in the hell is this happening to me?
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| But I’m holding onto this one relief
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| When my train comes in and crashes into me
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| It was over my head
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| Like the sunshine
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| That it rose up to eclipse
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| Maybe it’s just in my head
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| Or maybe the sunshine
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| Never did exist
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| Sweet taste of death in my mouth
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| Brings quiet to all of my doubts
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| Come rushing toward me, black wave
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| The train that never did come early anyway
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| (All hands, all hands, all hands)
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| And it never is delayed
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| (My train’s about to come in)
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| Oh, it comes down on me
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| Hot as the sun
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| Oh, smooth like the rhythm of the Tommy gun
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| I’m dreaming of a life I can’t afford
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| The ground starts to tremble beneath my feet
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| Seems like my train is coming in
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| I can hear it screaming in the distance
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| My train is coming in
|
| Eyes cast towards the heavens
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| They can tell my train is coming in
|
| All hands, all hands, all hands
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| My train is coming in
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| I’m standing here in disbelief
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| Like how in the hell is this happening to me?
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| Is this happening to me?
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| But I’m holding onto this one relief
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| When my train comes in and crashes into me
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| It crashes into me
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| And in the aftermath
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| I’m just a struggling mass
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| Painted black
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| Just as everything that was stuck out on the tracks
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| And those who pass me by cannot decide
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| Whether I’m animal or human
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| Animal or human
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| Under the black mass |