Most days life is like a train, that goes
Passing by so fast that you can't see outside
Sometimes when it's quiet and you're alone
You can see the past, silently passing by
You want to take it and never let go
But you have to learn to say goodbye
Every last memory and every lost friend
Every road you passed by that you'd never see end
Every blue-sky day and every falling of snow
You have to say goodbye, you have to let it go
Passing by so fast that you can't see outside
Sometimes when it's quiet and you're alone
You can see the past, silently passing by
You want to take it and never let go
But you have to learn to say goodbye
Every last memory and every lost friend
Every road you passed by that you'd never see end
Every blue-sky day and every falling of snow
You have to say goodbye, you have to let it go
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