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Summer came around early this year |
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And winter swung around soon after |
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The scent of spring was high with fear |
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The autumn crows call disaster (Chorus) |
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The North wind blows so cold |
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Chilling the warmth of my desire |
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And the whispered words we know |
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Tell of a future burned with fire |
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The music that now fills the street |
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Falls to the rhythm of marching |
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I find no comfort here |
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Not in this |
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Or any other year |
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The stranger asked me what do you know |
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And just where are you going |
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I told the truth |
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I just don't know |
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If you don't mind |
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I'll keep on going (Chorus) |
