| Autumn’s ashes, summer’s embers
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| On the sidewalk come September
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| And suddenly I can’t remember
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| Any lessons learned
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| Now that I’m a migrant picker
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| Trouble-minded tin-can kicker
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| I wish my skin was thicker
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| The air has turned
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| I can live alone I said
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| I can make my lonesome bed
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| I don’t need a hole in my head
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| I don’t need a lover
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| But he took me by surprise
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| I fell down and saw him rise
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| Till he was larger in my eyes
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| Than any other
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| How suddenly the summer died
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| I couldn’t bring it back to life
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| I couldn’t sing it back to life
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| But I tried
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| Came to him in summer clothing
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| Came to him because I chose him
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| Came to find his fingers frozen
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| And he would not reach for me Came to him for his sweet song
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| Came to him for right or wrong
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| Came to find his heart belonged
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| To one who came before me How suddenly the sweetness died
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| I couldn’t bring it back to life
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| I couldn’t sing it back to life
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| But I tried
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| Autumn’s ashes, summer’s embers
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| On the sidewalk come September
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| Suddenly I can’t remember
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| Any lessons learned
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| Now that I’m a migrant picker
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| Trouble-minded tin-can kicker
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| I wish my skin was thicker
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| The air has turned |