| I miss you most of all
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| When those autumn leaves start to fall
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| Drifting by my window
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| They climb up over the wall
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| Why does a good thing have to end?
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| Cant see it happen where and when?
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| Suck up the change, dont be so cruel
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| Ive got no one to blame, Im just I fool
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| Hold on and keep on telling me
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| Something goods gonna come
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| The red and gold have put their spell on me
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| And old man winter is gonna come
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| You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun
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| I miss you most of all
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| When they burn those bonfires tall
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| Smoking ashes fill the air
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| And the harvesters are everywhere
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| No time to waste, lets drink the wine
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| Dont let the fruit rot on the vine
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| When the sun is a big and fiery ghost, you know
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| That is the time I miss you most
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| They say, hold on and keep on telling me
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| Something goods gonna come
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| The red and gold have put their spell on me
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| And old man winter is gonna come
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| You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun
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| Cold wind is hauling
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| And therere damping creeps in our bones
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| Seasons change, why didnt we?
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| Come on, bring that summer back to me
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| Hold on and keep on telling me
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| Something goods gonna come
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| The red and gold have put their spell on me
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| And old man winter is gonna come
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| You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun
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| Tell me why does he always have to come? |