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I should know better |
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I should believe You |
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But leaves are falling |
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And I am crumbling in brittle pieces |
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I should remember |
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How well You warmed me |
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But I'm standing in the browns and greys |
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Of a season's ending |
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They say everyone must toss the coin of fate |
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I think it's such a cold, cold comfort for comfort's sake |
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So I take these coins and promises |
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And I hold them in my trembling hands |
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One is chance, one is rest |
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One I toss |
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The other I live |
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I fear the forecast |
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I know it can move me |
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Still I close my eyes and try to remember |
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The sweet words You told me |
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I am simply so unprepared |
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So weak and frightened by the whole affair |
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CHORUS |
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I cannot stand |
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But I will not fall |
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Without Your promises |
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Nothing makes sense at all |
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So I dig them in |
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And I dare my soul to believe |
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CHORUS |