Autumn in the streets passes
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Evening wind scatters fall
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Children in sunset light
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Joints in Tira Beach
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Summer is over
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And among all the sights of the tom
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There on the orange horizon, a thunderous storm
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Something dark and cold
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Flares and breaks
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It's already late
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Because there is no more day, there is no more minute
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That's what you say
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There is no more day, there is no more minute
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you always knew
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There is no more room for love
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And you don't give up
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For every day, and for every minute
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clouds of war
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approaching with a voice of terror and thunder
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Birds fly fast
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looking for another place -
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hide
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And only one white cloud
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Asks to find a sign for the rainbow
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And I think now
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It's possible and it's autumn -
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the last one
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Because there is no more day, there is no more minute
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That's what you say
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There is no more day, there is no more minute
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you always knew
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There is no more room for love
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And you don't give up
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For every day, and for every minute
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Because there is no more day, there is no more minute
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And there is no sign of an arch
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There is no more day, there is no more minute
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you always knew
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There is no more room for love
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And you don't regret it
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For every day, and for every minute
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There is no more day, there is no more minute
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There is no more day, you always knew
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There is no place for love
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There is no more day, there is no more minute |