| Tom:
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| Emily, a crowd has gathered here
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| And once again they fail to see.
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| You can’t just set the world at someone else’s feet
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| And not get trampled underneath.
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| And I think somehow Joe knew it,
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| He paid the price he thought he had to pay,
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| but Emily, that debt was meant for me…
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| That debt was meant for me.
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| This is not the world my father knew.
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| This is not the world, I know,
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| he would have wanted me to build,
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| But I can’t undo it now.
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| It’s like a train, and all its cars are filled with steel,
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| that I would stop if I knew how.
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| And it is bearing down on me.
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| So I will stand here with my shoulders square and tall,
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| and when the whistle blows, not falter,
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| but when the crash comes I will fall.
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| With so much steam and steel behind it,
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| I won’t slow it down at all.
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| Oh God…
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| Oh God…
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| Here comes the arm.
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| «Thomas,
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| Please don’t cry for me.
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| I know you never meant for this.
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| I love you completely.
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| Just remember that if I should leave you now,
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| then in my final hour,
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| I pray this letter finds you well
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| before it all goes to hell.
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| He could never cage the world.
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| It’s too big for anyone,
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| and soon the dark will pass.
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| I want so much to be with you
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| but in my heart I know,
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| Tom, the city needs you now.
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| This city needs you now.
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| Emily"
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| Joe, when you see Emily,
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| tell her to wait for me.
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| 'Cause I still have work to do… |