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Roll on through to the other side of town. |
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Passed the quarry, the river beds, over bridges and bunker sheds. |
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Roll on through to the pits and the rail car yard. |
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"This is where you prove your worth." |
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A brother's dare, that devil's smirk. |
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"Oh, this is the way it will always be." |
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A kid brother in the shadows of a cold heart's legacy. |
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"Oh, this is where we see who runs first. It's you and me and the train. The steel tracks and the dirt. Oh, you can never live up to me." |
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And so he stood trembling, waiting for smoke above the trees. |
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Roll on through. He could feel it rumbling, he could feel it beneath his feet. Roll on through. |
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"Closer now, hold your ground. steadfast, ignore the sound." |
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Everything went quiet just before the rush took over his head. |
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The pull and the push of the engine, think back with the coal and the steam. |
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The racing thoughts, the questions, the adolescent rivalry. |
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And with a nod from the elder, the younger's fear topples over. |
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Over rails and over timber. "That's no dodge, you fucking coward." |
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And the train rolls on. "Yellow-belly go home." and the train rolls on. |