Engine severs lower legs.
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I feel my bruised heart beating.
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Spinal cord remains intact, still sending and receiving.
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Lying back on shoulder blades, the cargo rushing past.
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Missing limbs beneath the cars, twitching on the tracks.
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Click Clack now handicapped.
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North Am Transcontinental.
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I remember, as I bleed, certain tails of bravery.
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A man whose legs were crushed beneath a fallen evergreen tree.
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He decided he would chop them off above the knee.
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Sacrificing shins and feet, to make his torso free.
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The luxury of having been spared the hard part
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you'd think would be enough for me to pull this off.
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But I'm left to bleed to death, now all the man I've ever been.
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North Am Transcontinental.
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Transcontinental
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| Pedro The Lion |
