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everyone knew she was gonna be fast |
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everyone said they could build her to last |
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10,000 tons of hurtlin steel |
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screamin round the curves nobody at the wheel |
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everyone said don't pay it any mind |
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there's a pot of gold waitin at the end of the line |
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just move with the eye of the hurricane |
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you'll never get off this runaway train |
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nobody cared when they piled on board |
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and the doors snapped shut and the engines roared |
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they pushed to the front |
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some fell to the back |
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buyin and sellin every inch of the track |
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deep in the engines fire in the hole |
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dark skinned workers shovelin coal |
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all singin their sad refrain |
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we'll never get off this runaway train |
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up in the diner everybody decked out in their finery |
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can't see the wreck comin up ahead |
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with their bellies full of wine |
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it's the last thing going through their minds |
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so proud of the engine proud of the speed |
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call for the porter give them everything they need |
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stare through the glass feel no pain |
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don't even know they're on a runaway train |
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long after midnight a pitiful few sound the alarm |
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don't know what else to do |
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bangin on the doors of the cabin and crew |
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hey we gotta slow down or we won't make it through |
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sleepy riders don't want to wake |
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or suffer the shock when they put on the brake |
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don't want to question , don't want to complain |
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rather keep ridin on this runaway train |