| Light is fadin'
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| Winter is callin'
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| Summer is fallin' down
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| Autumn shape my senses sharp
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| That kind of feelin'
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| All of the people
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| All of this painful now
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| And it’s makin' this so hard
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| What if the song I’m singin',
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| Just pretends?
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| Wrapped around the finger
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| Of contempt
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| But I’m gonna change my tune
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| The shtick is wearin' thin
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| It’s my voice
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| and dig it, just noise
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| A simple song of sin
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| All the baseline
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| Leads to a lifetime
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| Looks will enhance
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| Struggles in the present tense
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| Eyes wide open
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| All that you see can be hard
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| To carry it through
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| Into imagination
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| Shadows growin' taller
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| Every night
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| Self-affliction smaller
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| But I’m gonna drop the clue
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| The shtick is wearin' thin
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| It’s my voice
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| and dig it, just noise
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| A simple song of sin
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| When you’re restless and easily upset
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| It’s hard to forget to remember to forget
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| What if the song you’re singin'
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| Just pretends?
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| It’s not even beginning
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| And it never ends
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| But I’m gonna change my tune
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| The shtick is wearin' thin
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| It’s my voice
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| and dig it, just noise
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| A simple song of sin
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| But I’m gonna drop the clue
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| The shtick is wearin' thin
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| It’s my voice
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| and dig it, just noise
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| A simple song of sin
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| But I’m gonna drop the clue |