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In this place I call home |
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There's a place where I'm alone |
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to speak with you now you're gone |
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Now the autumn has come |
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In this place I call home |
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Even though the leaves have gone |
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I can speak with you now |
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And the winter will come |
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All the words that could have been said |
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And the ghosts we thought we'd carefully laid |
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To rest have returned |
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In this place I call hoome |
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There's a time when I'm alone |
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To speak with you now you're gone |
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What will the spring bring along |
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All the words that could have been said |
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And the ghosts we thought we'd carefully laid to rest |
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Carefully laid to rest |
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Carefully laid to rest have returned |
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In this place I call home |
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There's a place where I'm a lone |
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To speak with you now you're gone |
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And the summer's also gone |
