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Simon Green
Simon Green
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Andreya Triana
Andreya Triana
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Jack Wyllie
Jack Wyllie
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Simon Green
Simon Green
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Andreya Triana
Andreya Triana
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Simon Green
Simon Green
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Kevin Metcalfe
Kevin Metcalfe
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A night train, midnight, bags gathered 'round my feet Possessions, some lessened to carry with me Heavy and 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, surely it won't be the same I'm hoping I won't stay the same Reasons strange, why we all must play these games? I left it with you, a note that was discreet I made sure I put it upon the cellar door It's hanging, hoping, will you read it while I weep? Last time, the last time it flickers through me So vivid, it rushes from my head down to my feet We're laughing, joking, through a dance to my defeat Seasons change, it'll never be the same I'm hoping I won't stay the same Reasons strange, why we all must play these games? Seasons change, it'll never be the same I'm hoping I won't stay the same Reasons strange, why we all must play these games? Seasons change, it'll never be the same I'm hoping I won't stay the same Reasons strange, why we all must play these games? Stay the same, stay the same
Writer(s): Andreya Triana, Simon Charles Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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