| She continues to breathe
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| Even with the weight of the world on her back
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| For as much as she believes
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| Praying, «God, oh won’t you please cut me some slack»
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| And there’s a time for new beginnings
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| There’s a time for the end
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| I’m not sure what direction she’s finally moving in
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| By tomorrow, she’ll be leaving
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| She can’t take it here no more
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| She’s never cared much for November
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| And she will not be annoyed
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| In search of a beholder
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| She’s beautiful despite her flaws
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| Turning a new leaf over
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| Autumn’s changing to fall
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| Going through the motions
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| When everything that’s left inside her heart
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| Promises lie broken
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| As she tosses and turns and tears herself apart
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| In search of warmer weather
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| In search of sun and shade
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| Lord, nothing lasts forever
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| And seasons always change
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| By tomorrow, she’ll be leaving
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| She can’t take it here no more
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| She’s never cared much for November
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| And she will not be annoyed
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| In search of a beholder
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| She’s beautiful despite her flaws
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| Turning a new leaf over
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| Autumn’s changing to fall
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| If she makes it through the winter
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| She’ll find herself a man
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| And there’s nothing to consider
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| She ain’t coming back again
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| By tomorrow, she’ll be leaving
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| She can’t take it here no more
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| She’s never cared much for November
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| And she will not be annoyed
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| In search of a beholder
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| She’s beautiful despite her flaws
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| Turning a new leaf over
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| Autumn’s changing to fall
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| Turning a new leaf over
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| Autumn’s changing into fall |