| how can i explain
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| what i take away
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| when the autumn falls and we go our separate ways
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| what is it exactly
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| how can i describe
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| all that i discovered
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| by that fireside
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| some things aren’t defined
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| some things they’re just right
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| cause it’s more than the green of trees
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| it’s more than the summer breeze
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| the smell of rocks and water washing over me
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| it’s more than the orange fire
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| it’s more than the fishing wire
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| it’s more than the cabin walls or that morning bugle call
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| it’s something you can’t touch
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| but you can hold so dear
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| laying in that field
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| sleeping with the sky
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| something bound between
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| without us knowing why
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| from that moment on
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| nothing could undo
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| the feeling of belonging
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| that would always be true
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| some things don’t need words
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| some things they just work
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| cause it’s more than the green of trees
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| it’s more than the summer breeze
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| the smell of rocks and water washing over me
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| it’s more than the orange fire
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| it’s more than the fishing wire
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| it’s more than the cabin walls or that morning bugle call
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| it’s something you can’t touch
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| but you can hold so dear
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| and maybe it’s not much
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| but i’ll be back next year
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| i’ll be back next year
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| oh it won’t be long
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| till the summer comes
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| oh it won’t be long
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| till the summer comes
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| oh it won’t be long
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| oh it won’t be long
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| till the summer comes
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| oh it’s more than the green of trees
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| oh it won’t be long
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| it’s more than the summer breeze
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| till the summer comes
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| oh it won’t be long
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| oh it won’t be long till the summer comes
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| till the summer comes
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| oh it won' t be long won’t be long |