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Ah, Autumn |
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You fucking cunt |
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Keep bringing me memories that I dinnae want |
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How come you do it to me every time |
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Cold recollection of all my crimes |
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It's when I'm carefree that you like to travel |
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Swing round in front of me and grab my lapel |
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You're warm greeting is as cold as mine |
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Do I disturb you so that you need my time |
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Isn't it funny how all the people I've loved |
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All have in common the fact that I've shoved |
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Them away from me, away from mine, |
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I'm a no man's land and a man with no mind |
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Well Autumn fuck you for you have no reason |
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All my life you've been my favourite season |
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Well I'm sick of the memories and the messages you bring |
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Piss off you're chucked I'm gonna go out with spring |
