[Words: John Robert, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel]
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Horrific death, you are closing in on me
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Circling silently towards the centre of the earth
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The rails lead the way, night and day
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Black tracks ahead
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I keep my eyes on you
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Keep you in sight from a distance
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And join in the carousel movements
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Afraid, awed
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Beholding the ghost-like smoke
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I grow tired as the weary wheels go round
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Feel sick as the smelly smog surrounds me
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I droop like snowdrops and wither
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Wait for your horrid hands to extend
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And touch my white-stained arms of love
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Coat Of Arms
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| Lengsel |
