| A night train, midnight, bags gathered 'round my feet
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| Possessions, some lessened to carry with me
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| Heavy and soothing, like a gentle symphony
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| I rest my head right back upon my seat
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| It’s hard and cold, though the best thing for me
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| This train is moving, but my heart is stationary
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| Seasons change, surely it won’t be the same
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| I’m hoping I won’t stay the same
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| Reasons strange, why we all must play these games
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| I left it with you: a note that was discreet
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| I made sure I put it upon the cellar door
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| It’s hanging, hoping, will you read it while I weep?
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| Last time, the last time it flickers through me
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| So vivid, it rushes from my head down to my feet
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| We’re laughing, joking, through a dance to my defeat
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| Seasons change, it’ll never be the same
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| I’m hoping I won’t stay the same
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| Reasons strange, why we all must play these games
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| Seasons change, it’ll never be the same
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| I’m hoping I won’t stay the same
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| Reasons strange, why we all must play these games
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| Seasons change, it’ll never be the same
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| I’m hoping I won’t stay the same
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| Reasons strange, why we all must play these games
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| Stays the same, stay the same |