| Hard bark on the family tree
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| October leaves on Massachusetts"trees.
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| A sight so fleetingly free
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| Just how October leaves
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| Just how October leaves
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| Just how October leaves
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| Me On fire with the maple trees,
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| On my knees with these leaves on these Boston streets,
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| Praying to a god a godforsaken summer night stole
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| (one night), one fight, one family swallowed whole.
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| Some things just fall apart
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| Some families stand like November trees: barren and stark.
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| Some things just fall apart
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| Some memories continue breaking this cold heart
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| And some sons have a hard time
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| Looking at things the same
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| Looking in their father"s eyes
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| When both their heads hang in shame
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| Highways home become oceans
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| That I just can"t swim
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| And the rusty gates of Eden lock
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| To never let me in.
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| Let me in Oceans of emotions we"ve got to swim
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| Well I open my eyes
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| I can"t see that family
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| I can"t see that home
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| So I"ll just keep them closed
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| Outside the door with these open arms,
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| With the warmth of the maple tree.
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| If these trees can"t replaces these scars |
| Then let their leaves
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| just bury me Let their leaves just bury me. |