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He lost, lost control
Slipped and began to roll
And on the wings of an ocean gale
Crashed right through the rail
Down to the valley below
To the valley below
Down in the charred remains
They stripped the chassis clean
And the bramble grew through the frame
Till it swallowed everything
Swallowed everything
Return to the ground
To the ground
Return to the ground
To the ground
Trees growing tall
Weeds covering all
And the animals make their homes
Underneath its fusted dome
All things come around
All comes around
Comes around
Returns to the ground
To the ground
Ground
Around
Comes around
To the ground
To the ground
To the ground
To the ground
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