| Took my mind with your malice
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| It’s the final time to go
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| I was on the corner, running still
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| Fight the anger, fight the leaves
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| It was autumn of my love
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| All the thoughts and moments winding down
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| So wait, again
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| Don’t find the lies that answer
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| So wait, again
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| Don’t hurt me by, hurt me by
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| So make, again
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| A dime-a-dozen love clichés
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| And feel the night we sang
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| October dulls, it dulls too soon
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| The lonely calling of the cars
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| Beating their way amongst highways
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| I’ll find my way to them
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| The smell of memory and touch
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| Another visceral excuse to take
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| Another drink alone
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| So wait, again
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| Don’t find the lies that answer
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| So wait, again
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| Don’t hurt me by, hurt me by
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| So make, again
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| A dime-a-dozen love clichés
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| And feel the night we sang
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| Just find the moment
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| It’s not coming back again
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| Your hair, it danced in summer wind
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| Just break the surface
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| I don’t really know
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| The meaning, cause, and attributes of fall
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| So wait, again
|
| Don’t find the lies that answer
|
| So wait, again
|
| Don’t hurt me by, hurt me by
|
| So make, again
|
| A dime-a-dozen love clichés
|
| And feel the night we sang
|
| Just find the moment
|
| It’s not coming back again
|
| Your hair, it danced in summer wind
|
| Just break the surface
|
| I don’t really know
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| The meaning, cause, and attributes of fall |