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 I'm worried about you 
I'm worried about me 
The curves around midnight 
Aren't easy to see 
 
Flashing red warnings 
Unseen in the rain 
This thing has turned into 
A runaway train 
 
Long-distance phone calls 
A voice on the line 
Electrical miles 
That soften the time 
 
The dynamite too 
Is hooked on the wire 
And so are the rails 
Of American Flyers 
 
Blind boys and gamblers 
They invented the blues 
Will pay up in blood 
When this marker comes due 
 
To try and get off now 
It's about as insane 
As those who wave lanterns 
At runaway trains 
 
Steel rails and hard lives 
Are always in two's 
I have been here before this 
And now it's with you 
 
I'm worried about you 
I'm worried about me 
We're lighting the fuses 
And counting to three 
 
And what are the choices 
For those who remain? 
The sign of the cross 
On a runaway train 
 
This thing has turned into 
A runaway train 
This thing has turned into 
A runaway train 
Our love has turned into 
A runaway train 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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