| It’s autumn in Gothenburg
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| I’m walking home to my suburb
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| Rain falls hard on the city
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| on every homeless kitty
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| Oh please god bring relief
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| even if it’s only brief
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| that she says the dreamer just make believe
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| but I thought she said maple leaves
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| So we talked for hours
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| and you cried into my sheets
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| you said you hated your body
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| that it was just a piece of meat, I disagreed
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| I think you’re beautiful
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| but it’s impossible
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| to make you understand
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| that if you don’t take my hand
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| I lose my mind completely
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| Madness will finally defeat me
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| She said it was all make-belief
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| but I thought you said maple leaves
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| and when she talked about the fall
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| I thought she talked about the season
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| I never understood at all
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| I thought she said maple leaves
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| and when she talked about about the fall
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| I thought she talked about Mark E. Smith
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| I never understood at all
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| I never understood at all
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| I never understood at all |