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The dying leaves |
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Can grip no more |
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The Eastern breeze |
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Will steal them all |
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Take care my love |
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It's all too soon |
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And all you need |
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Is space and room away from all my harmful ways |
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But you know I hate half the things I say |
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Your eyes are bubbles |
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Made of oil |
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And when they spill |
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They wreck these shores |
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My pulse has slowed |
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The atoms thin |
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But on the beach |
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The sea breathed in |
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And out and stole our hearts that day |
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But you know I'd go back but there's no way |
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Oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh-oh |
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This is the Last Decade |
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Let's not pretend we've changed |
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Come back home |
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See how the sun decays |
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Over our last parade |
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On our own |
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Soon there'll be sleep, no pain |
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This is our Last Decade |
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This is the Last Decade |
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Oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh-oh |
