"Hold on to my arm,"
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She said, strung out on the floor.
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"I've been knocked uptight.
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I've been locked outside.
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I can't go on anymore."
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Cut off the circulation.
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Don't let it go to my head too quick.
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Let the feeling grow.
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Just let it flow.
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Gonna' make it last.
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Gonna' make it last.
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I'm a hurricane
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And the blood flows free from an open vein.
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This is the last time:
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Never at home again.
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Oh! I know that train you're riding on. (Oh-oh-oh.)
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It's sixteen coaches long.
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My baby's on that train and gone.
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Can't slow it. (Gone.)
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You know it. (Gone.)
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It's coming down.
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"Hold on," she said.
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"I've been knocked uptight
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And locked outside.
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I can't go on.
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I can't go on."
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I'm a hurricane
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And the blood flows free from a broken vein.
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This is the last time,
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Never at home again.
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Oh! I know that train you're riding on. (Oh-oh-oh)
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It's sixteen coaches long.
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My baby's on that train and gone.
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Can't slow it. (Gone.)
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You know it. (Gone.)
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It's coming down.
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The future is open wide.
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The future is open wide.
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The future is open wide.
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(Gone.)
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Can't slow it. (Gone.)
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You know it. (Gone.)
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It's coming down.
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Runaway train. (Run.)
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Runaway train. (Run.)
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Runaway train. (Run.)
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Runaway train. (Run.)
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Runaway train. (Run.)
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