HS2 Rowan Wright Everyone knows where I go Sometimes flying through the snow. My wheels are made to hit the track The sound of my wheels turning back. I know what I have done And that I have not won I understand what I did And that cannot be hidden. Everyone knows where I will make my way Maybe even every day The mess I have made And that my boss must be obeyed
I know the damage that I cause I do not deserve a large applause They protest against me all the time But I still reach the end of the line
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