| I was hoping you might stay,
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| It’s been a year today
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| And the cold wind that you blow
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| Might turn to snow
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| The movement that he makes,
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| He’s got fear in his eyes
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| And the falling leaves around,
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| Will they ever touch the ground?
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| Now the paint has peeled away,
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| Leaving scars today
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| Through the actions that he’s shown,
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| Thought he might have known
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| But the boy has had his day,
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| He’s put his fears aside
|
| And the falling leaves around,
|
| Will they ever touch the ground?
|
| Now the paint has peeled away,
|
| Leaving scars today
|
| Through the actions that he’s shown,
|
| Thought he might have known
|
| But the boy has had his day,
|
| He’s put his fears aside
|
| And the falling leaves around,
|
| Will they ever touch the ground?
|
| I was hoping you might stay,
|
| It’s been a year today
|
| And the cold wind that you blow
|
| Might turn to snow
|
| The movement that he makes,
|
| He’s got fire in his eyes
|
| And the falling leaves around,
|
| Will they ever touch the ground? |