| Your parties fall around you
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| Another night beckons to you
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| Your parties fall around you
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| Another night beckons to you
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| Shadows look as you resist the gloom
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| Faded hues issue forth and bloom
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| A bed of leaves for a lover
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| Awake with a kiss and rise asunder
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| And when the party’s over
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| You retreat in a realm of slumber
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| In your mind, crystal lights rebound
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| Wheels spin round and you hear the sound
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| Of autumn’s call at party’s fall, autumn’s call
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| Through rose-tinted glass you still remember
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| The gladness, not sadness, only laughter
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| In your mind vicious lights rebound
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| Wheels spin round and you hear the sound
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| Of autumn’s call at party’s fall, autumn’s call
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| The smile in the mirror grows weaker
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| The laughter you heard is growing fainter
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| Your parties fall around you
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| The night forgets to rouse you
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| Your party’s fall astounds you
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| An aura of sadness abounds you
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| Glad rags sigh, maybe you’re alone
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| Maybe you’re alone inside, don’t hide
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| Hurting all the time, hurting deep inside
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| Don’t cry, don’t cry
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| My happiness depends on knowing
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| This friend is never alone
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| On your own, a party on our own
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| We’ll have a party on our own, inside
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| No sighs, don’t cry, don’t cry |