| This autumn sets the leaves on fire,
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| The world is burning down, but I
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| Could never wish myself
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| The better days
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| I smell the smoke of the wasted years,
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| I walk the gloomy city streets
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| But I can hardly recognize
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| This place
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| I finally have learned that
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| I have no roots to lean on
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| And any weather’s perfect
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| To celebrate my freedom
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| I quit this show laughing
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| Just staying high, not hiding
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| I think I owe you nothing
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| And never fail nobody
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| My enemy is my best friend
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| Can feel the knife behind my back
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| It’s like a nightmare
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| That would never end
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| So you should know, my silly boy,
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| You cannot sacrifice the void
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| But when the void is love…
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| Of course, you can
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| I finally have learned that
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| I have no roots to lean on
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| And any weather’s perfect
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| To celebrate my freedom
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| I quit this show laughing
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| Just staying high, not hiding
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| I think I owe you nothing
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| And never fail nobody |