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Last time that I saw you, you were on the killing floor
Last time that I saw you, all the tears had turned to clay

Still I haven't panicked, come and pull the stitches tight
No room for the panic, come and pull the stitches tight

There is late train to Mercy
But I hope it never comes
There is late train to Mercy
But I hope it never comes

Well it moves like winter, it moves with brute force
Well it moves like winter, leaves an empire in its course

Heard the breakman holler: