| Mama, it is raining leaves
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| It’s snowing leaves
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| They’re falling down
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| I love the way she says that and
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| I love this part of town
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| I love being surrounded by so many kinds of trees
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| October on the West side reminds me to fall back East
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| 'cept I don’t feel like falling for
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| The feeling that I’ve gotta fall
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| I feel like standing tall
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| And getting all of my ducks in a row
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| I’m sure some times I’ll waver
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| But I’ll savour good intentions
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| I know, that progress not perfection is the only way to go
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| If I wanna grow
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| Gotta prune my soul
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| Shed dead leaves
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| 'til I am wet and naked
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| Cold and rainy
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| So, there’s room for those
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| Things that wanna grow
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| That are beautiful, and amazing
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| The days that seem
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| The most dreary
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| Are perfect for being creative and cosy
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| As long as we sing
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| Until the Spring
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| This Winter can be
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| A most magical thing
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| And our trunks will be
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| Solid and strong
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| Even after
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| The leaves are all gone
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| Our trunks will be
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| Solid and strong
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| Even after
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| The leaves are all gone
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| Mama, it is raining leaves
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| It’s snowing leaves
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| They’re falling down
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| I love the way she says that and
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| I love this part of town
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| Mama, it is raining leaves
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| It’s snowing leaves
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| They’re falling down
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| I love the way she says that and
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| I love this part of town… |