| Looking out the window and seeing my life go by
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| Many times I feel the joys, some others where I cry
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| What’s my destination, I still don’t know
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| The train of life just takes me down
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| To where the four winds blow
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| But I’m not alone
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| Everyone is going to meet its destiny
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| Sometimes it’s tough, don’t you feel the same?
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| But I won’t ever miss that train
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| Green the hills, the sky so blue, pictures of those eyes
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| We have many projects and she’d become my life
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| The things have changed, waving hands goodbye
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| You can’t alter destiny, not even if you try
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| We’re not alone
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| Everyone is searching for his gravity
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| Sometimes it’s tough, don’t you feel the same?
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| But we won’t ever miss that train
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| Do we?
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| Passing through stations I’ve never seen before
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| And I’ll never see them again
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| Reach out my hands for new things to come
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| Over and over and over again
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| But I won’t ever miss that train
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| Still looking out the window and seeing my life go by
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| Many times I feel the joys, some others where I cry
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| What destination, ha, now I know
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| But the train of life just brings me down
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| To where the four winds blow
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| But I’m not alone
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| Everyone is going to meet its destiny
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| Sometimes it’s tough, don’t you feel the same?
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| But I won’t ever miss that train, oh no
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| I won’t ever miss that train |