| Today I left my house in shorts
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| But now I’m having second thoughts
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| Something’s not the same
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| The wind just called my name
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| So I stop to look around
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| Maybe it was just sleight of sound
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| It’s just me and my bare knees
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| Powerlines and trees
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| But one hint is more than enough
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| It starts with a sniffle and a cough
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| When posters have stopped falling off my wall
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| The winter takes fall
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| All of these past regrets
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| Are faded signs of missing pets
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| It’s time for moving on
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| Everyone else has gone
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| Eyes a red pattern like the labyrinthine streets of Cairo
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| Feeling as used as a bank biro
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| My cylinder inside
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| Has dried
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| Warmer months I’m more at home
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| It’s easier to be alone
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| Why don’t I just pick up the phone and call?
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| The winter kills fall
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| And all of these fledglings that you’ve found
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| And given homes
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| Will hunger for the new
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| And colourful
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| A signal from your eyes could save me
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| They shone like car keys to a baby
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| Should I settle for romance?
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| Or practice disco dance
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| These gatherings are fraught with dangers
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| The conversation chops and changes
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| I wish us away in our mangers
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| A crowded room but total strangers all
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| The winter takes fall |