| It’s been a long hard year
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| Accepting the fact
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| That you don’t want to call me back
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| I know you don’t want to hear
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| My voice on your machine
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| It’s okay if you’re not listening
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| I thought you should know
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| Just wanted to say
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| It’s getting colder by the day
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| And I, I’m wearing your scarf
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| And oh, by the way, yeah, yeah
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| Well, I think I’m moving on
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| I think I’m alright
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| And these memories come
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| In the middle of the night
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| I think I’m moving on
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| I think I’m alright
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| Then I see the leaves
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| Changing color one more time
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| Changing color one more time
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| It was an all night drive
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| To get back to you
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| How I was dreaming of the summertime
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| And by the way that you talked
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| I was painting a scene
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| Something great, I was imagining
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| But I should’ve known
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| That I shouldn’t try
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| To throw rocks here in the night
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| So I, I step off the porch
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| I’m driving away, yeah
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| With nothing to say, yeah
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| But I think I’m moving on
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| I think I’m alright
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| And these memories come
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| In the middle of the night
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| I think I’m moving on
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| I think I’m alright
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| And I see the leaves
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| Changing color one more time
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| This November sky won’t say why
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| But it reminds me that you’re gone
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| The season comes
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| And it just feels all wrong
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| It just feels so wrong, yeah
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| But I think I’m moving on
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| I think I’m alright
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| And these memories come
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| In the middle of the night
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| I think I’m moving on
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| I think I’m alright
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| And I see the leaves
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| Changing color one more time |