Two, three...
It's the lesson that you learn in time
It's the corner that you turn
It's a worry that you feel
Another a scar that you conceal from sight
Have I been away too long for me to say?
Have I been away too long for things to change?
From a runaway train
Caught beneath the wheels of a runaway train
Every moment of the day, I feel it crumbling away
If I only have myself to blame for all the cracks
Within the frame that I find
Have I been away too long for me to say?
Have I been away too long for things to change?
From a runaway train
Caught beneath the wheels of a runaway train
I know how it feels to be a runaway
To be a runaway
To be a runaway
To be a runaway train
It's a flower to receive
That you wear upon your sleeve
All the time
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