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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Andreya Triana
Chant
Jack Wyllie
Saxophone
Simon Green
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andreya Triana
Paroles/Composition
Simon Green
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kevin Metcalfe
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Simon Green
Production
Paroles
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
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