| I can feel it when the wind blows
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| Stealing leaves out of their trees
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| It’s a moment full of mystery
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| Summer’s last breath before the freeze
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| But the change will make me stronger
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| As I deal with shorter days
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| Summer’s moved to South America
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| 10,000 miles away
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| To the top of hunger mountain
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| I found my solitary way
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| Where I could live on nuts & honey
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| And take my shelter in a cave
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| Then I thought of friends and family
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| Who would never pass this way
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| When I opened my eyes I saw them
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| 10,000 miles away
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| Where is that fragile boy we knew
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| Whose passion was his curse?
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| He found the error of humanity
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| But he did not see it first
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| His accordion and couplets
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| Have no real effect today
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| Is he sleeping on some sidewalk
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| 10,000 miles away
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| No one should have to try
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| No one should have to try so
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| No one should have to try so hard
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| No one |