A night train, midnight
Bags gathered 'round my feet
Possession, some lesson
To carry with me
Heavy, soothing
Like a gentle symphony
I rest my head right
Back upon my seat
It's hard and cold though
The best thing for me
This train is moving
But my heart is stationary
Seasons change
It will never be the same
I'm hoping
I wont stay the same
Reasons strange
Why we always play this games
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