| The smilin lines are crackin
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| The silver ball’s been played
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| Youth is all retracting away
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| Look in the looking glass
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| Clear mirror in the sky
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| The summer’s sin is sinkin fast
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| The olive branch went dry
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| Sweet god of love
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| Find me my beginning
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| Sew my colored threads
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| The loom is always spinning
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| Cupid’s bow has sent the angels grinning
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| In the days of autumn
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| Are so damn wicked when they’re blue
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| The poet’s song is rulin
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| The moonchild comes alive
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| The blood red sun is coolin the sky
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| The naked eye is blind
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| But truth is all in time
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| Gotta find the golden ring and ooh just sing
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| Sweet god of love
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| Show me my beginning
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| Sew my summer seeds again
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| The loom is always spinning
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| Cupid’s bow just like the angels grinning
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| N' the days of autumn
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| Is so damn wicked when I’m blue
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| Seasons turn the page I drew
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| Oh the summer fades
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| The changes are coolin me
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| Oh the red sun is rulin me
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| Smilin lines are crackin
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| The silver ball’s been played
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| The leaves are turning more
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| I’m yearning for the light
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| Sweet god of love
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| Can ya find me my beginning
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| Sew my tainted sails
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| The loom is always spinning
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| Cupid’s bow like smilin angels sinnin
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| N' the days of autumn
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| Are so damn wicked when I’m blue
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| I’m losin my beginning
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| Tainted desperate streams
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| The truth has got me spining
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| Lovin you
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| Has sent the angels grinnin
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| With the seasons cryin
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| The loom is flyin
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| The reason’s lyin
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| And time’s so wicked when it’s blue
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| (Seasons of autumn)
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| To face the secret lookin glass
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| (Seasons of autumn)
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| Time to fly for time gone past
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| (Seasons of autumn)
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| The summer calls are out of reach
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| (Seasons of autumn)
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| Out it came reflections change
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| (Seasons of autumn)
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| A new springtime will redawn
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| (Seasons of autumn)
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| Oh it will be dawn
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| (Seasons of autumn)
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| (Seasons of autumn) |