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It's autumn in Gothenburg |
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I'm walking home to my suburb |
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Rain falls hard on the city |
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On every homeless kitty |
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Oh, please God bring relief |
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Even if it's only brief |
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Then she says that we were just make-believe |
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But I thought she said maple leaves |
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So we talked for hours |
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And you cried into my sheets |
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And you said you hated your body |
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That it was just a piece of meat |
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I disagree |
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I think you're beautiful |
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But it's impossible |
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To make you understand |
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That if you don't take my hand |
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I'll lose my mind completely |
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Madness will finally defeat me |
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She said it was all make-believe |
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But I thought you said maple leaves |
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And when she talked about a fall |
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I thought she talked about a season |
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I never understood at all |
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I thought she said maple leaves |
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And when she talked about the fall |
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I thought she talked about Mark E. Smith |
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I never understood at all |
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I never understood at all |
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I never understood at all |
