| All things pass with time
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| Old trends, old friends
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| Fitting for the month that Michael died
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| Buried in a stone cold riverbed, where the watershed divides
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| Oh come colder weather and
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| Oh come something better please
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| All things freeze with time
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| Clear skies, dry eyes
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| Am I colder than the air in this town
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| I have been a stone cold riverbed, if still I am alive
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| But maybe
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| Someday
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| I said maybe you’ll forgive me
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| Because I’ve been a mayday son
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| I’m withered, weathered by the setting sun of your summer
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| If I could be anyone
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| These days I’d be someone different
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| So I could hold you now
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| But you slip away like a changing maple leaf
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| And I try to find any dry land that I can
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| And for the last time, though I have loved you
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| You keep slippin' away, slippin' away and I am finished with
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| All the chaos and the ticking clock
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| The college life, the bomb that drops
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| And blows the whole damn thing to bits
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| And freezing are my fingertips in this cold
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| In this cold, cold town
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| We make such different people
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| Climbing into different beds at night
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| With both such different feelings
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| Mine are overwhelming, are yours?
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| I might be screaming while you’re
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| Dreaming without any concern
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| It took so long for me to find
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| That I can’t try anymore
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| And if I said I’m sorry
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| Too many times before it’s 'cause I
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| Just wanted desperately to make you love me
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| Darling, if the sun could shine in
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| Brighter than all your distractions
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| I would climb into hell
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| Light myself on fire |