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Verse 1

This train slips slowly through the cold,
I smell the autumn fields of gold.
I sense the chill of harvest wind.
The winter's cold draws near again.

But spring awaits me far away...
A brand new life, a brand new day.
I scarcely take it in that
It's finally over.

Chorus 1

I don't wanna be the one that you make cry.
I don't wanna feel this hell that you've made mine.
I don't wanna get the phone and hear her voice.
I don't wanna ever feel I have no choice.

I don't wanna hear your cheap apology.
I don't wanna hear the lies you tell to me.
I don't wanna still believe there's no one else.
I don't wanna keep on lying to myself.

Verse 2

I feel the wind subside my fears.
Each mile I'm farther from these tears.
Gentle rain caress my skin.
Make me forget where I have been.

Sweet morning sun shine down on me.
Warm my soul and set me free.
Can you understand these words
These words I tell you.