| Mary says she smells the winter coming in
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| She sniffs the cooling air like some old dog
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| She says the problem with these endless summers
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| Is endless summers always have to end
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| She pack a pen inside an empty pocket
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| She says it’s all she’s ever going to need
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| «I'll write a book of poems if I get hungry»
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| She looks around just once before she leaves
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| Everybody’s always saying goodbye
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| Everybody’s got some place to leave
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| Beheaded suns will light her crooked pathway
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| Six-pointed stars illuminate her road
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| Amputee moons guide her through her darkest nights
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| And silver armies help to ease her load
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| She says her problem with these endless summers
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| Is endless summers always have to end
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| The thinning sky is throwing lovely shadows
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| The summer’s gone and autumn’s almost spent
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| Everybody’s always saying goodbye
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| Everybody’s got some place to leave
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| Everybody always says goodbye
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| Everybody’s always saying goodbye
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| Everybody’s got some place to leave
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| Mary feels the winter coming in
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| She smelt it on the cooling breeze
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| Mary says
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| Mary says |