when you know it's the last dance
when you'd catch up but you can't
in this circle where I stay
and when it tries to flicker back
try to break it, try to laugh
oh, and I'll never be sure
oh, and this is mine, my way
the one waving at the train
that it's moved too far away
and when you walk, you walk so fast
couldn't you have just held back?
your eyes don't grab the way mine do
a last time to look at you...
oh, and this is mine, my piece
what if I forget your face?
I couldn't even dream of you...
oh, and this is mine, my way
the one waving at the train
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