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the last few golden leaves are clinging |
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tightly to their branches |
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like they don't want to let go |
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like they don't trust what |
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they don't know what |
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they don't know |
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'cause it's not quite winter |
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and it's not quite fall |
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and even though it's been a year |
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i cannot pass you by |
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not at all i tell myself enough |
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my heart can't feel the reason |
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why must we into the darkest season |
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it's cold getting colder |
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i dreamt last night of being older |
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i looked in the mirror there |
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was so much grey if i saw you tomorrow |
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what would i say what could you say |
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it's not quite winter |
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and it's not quite fall a |
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nd even though it's been a year |
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i cannot pass you by not at all |
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i tell myself enough my heart |
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can't feel the reason why must we into the darkest season the darkest season |
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it's not that i'm not thankful or grateful |
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for what we've grown |
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it's not that |
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i'm not living my life alright |
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on my own i still feel the empty space |
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i still feel the wind blow through |
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i still thought in any case that |
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i'd always know you |
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it's not quite fall |
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and even though |
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it's been a year |
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i cannot pass you by not at all |
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i tell myself enough my heart |
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can't feel the reason why |
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must we into the darkest season |
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it's cold getting colder |
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i dreamt last night of being older |
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i looked in the mirror |
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there was so much grey |
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if i saw you tomorrow what would |
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i say what could you say |
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it's not quite winter |
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and it's not quite fall |
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and even though it's been a year |
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i cannot pass you by not at all |
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i tell myself enough my heart |
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can't feel the reason why |
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must we into the darkest season |