| There’s a fog outside my window
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| There’s a beggar at my door
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| There’s a madman screaming on the street
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| But I don’t know what for
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| There’s a hungry, lonesome drifter
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| He don’t fit anywhere
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| There’s a train leaving the station
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| He can’t afford the fare
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| Autumn in paradise
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| Invisible all your life
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| Autumn in paradise
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| Who can afford the price?
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| There’s a white carnation growing
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| In a garden overgrown
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| There’s a factory that’s empty
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| No one works there anymore
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| Down the street of broken families
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| Dreams are in the trash
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| A father begs forgiveness
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| But it’s much too late for that
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| Autumn in paradise
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| Invisible all your life
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| Autumn in paradise
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| Who can afford the price?
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| If you ask me what I’m thinking
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| I won’t tell you how I feel
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| I’m moving like a target
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| I’ve got nothing left to steal
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| There was something when you came here
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| There’ll be nothing when you leave
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| A soul lacks all direction
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| When there’s nothing to believe
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| Autumn in paradise
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| Invisible all your life
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| Autumn in paradise
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| Who can afford the price? |