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I was a brakeman, the sharpest of them all Hoping to be there and it good I was a bum rush, and pardon the self lust It wasn't always understood I was a combing I comb every shoreline, I wanted to damage just a few Hoping our timing won't be swift enough And they'll carry us away. And they'll carry us away I was a cold one, colder than ever, Did you feel the chill I left on you Now back on the brake lines and steeper than I climb Well if there's one well it be you Take your rind, take your fall and laying your trap for me Take this wig up off my head it did what it had to do It runs back, straight and true and leaving no more (Thanks to Annoek for these lyrics) From Letras Mania