| It always started the same way
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| Seated next to the same two large men
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| Everything was the same
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| And always as vivid as the first time it happened
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| As vivid as the first time it happened
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| Eyes closed between these two large men
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| The smell of sweat in my nose
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| Same baby crying
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| Always the same mother fucking baby crying
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| Through the pass
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| We hear the horn of an oncoming nightmare
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| There was not enough time. |
| No one stood a chance
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| Everyone saw it coming, Oh God, the aftermath
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| Metal ripped through their bodies
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| Not a woman or a child left
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| It was carnage, Oh God, the aftermath
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| A sudden creek at the door
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| Out came a man wearing and conductor hat
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| Dead silent and shuffling about the room
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| There was this man with an evil look
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| That came from this man’s red eyes
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| Dead silent and shuffling about the room
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| He finds me standing alone amongst the dead
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| He tells me that violence is better
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| When it is riddled with blood |