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Your train is leaving soon
I flip back the pages of my calendar to try and stop time
From ticking, from moving
Its just more time I'm losing
Thoughts of reality has turned into delusion
There's no possible conclusion
You left a mark on heart
And turned the cells in my stomach
To gliding butterflies
No matter how hard I try
Its never gonna be the way I want it
I put everything on the line
Laying my body on the tracks, to stop the commander from moving
I tried to get a ticket
But my card declined
And did the opposite of approving