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The boilers gone all wrong, |
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the linesman like to smoke and lets the train keep going, |
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lets the train keep rolling |
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And when it floats away, |
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that bridge was never safe whats all the town folks say, |
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now the towns folk pray |
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That we, will rise on up to the sky, |
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rest in the gaze of the lord on high, |
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there ain't no lord on high |
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She likes to eat the skin, to fall in love with angels of the morning, |
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sings a while |
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While we, will rise on up to the sky, |
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rest in the gaze of the lord on high, |
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there ain't no lord on high |
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And we, will rise on up to the sky, |
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rest in the gaze of the lord on high, |
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there ain't no lord on high |
