| Last time that I saw you, you were on the killing floor
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| Last time that I saw you, all the tears had turned to clay
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| Still I haven’t panicked, come and pull the stitches tight
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| No room for the panic, come and pull the stitches tight
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| There is late train to Mercy
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| But I hope it never comes
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| There is late train to Mercy
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| But I hope it never comes
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| Well it moves like winter, it moves with brute force
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| Well it moves like winter, leaves an empire in its course
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| Heard the breakman holler: «Cannot slow it down»
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| Heard the breakman holler: «Cannot slow it down»
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| There is late train to Mercy
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| But I hope it never comes
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| There is late train to Mercy
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| But I hope it never comes
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| Help me poor Melissa, hide the hope behind your door
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| Help me poor Melissa, put the hope into your trust
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| Is the whole world big enough, for the bitter and the sweet?
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| Is the whole world big enough, for the wicked and the few?
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| There is late train to Mercy
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| But I hope it never comes
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| There is late train to Mercy
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| But I hope it never comes
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| Makes you beg, steal and borrow
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| So I hope it never comes
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| There is late train to Mercy
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| But I hope it never comes |