| Cigarettes and innocence are scattered on the floor
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| It’s the first of October and the summer is gone
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| You can’t walk away and try claim that none of this was real
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| Sometimes autumn is confusing and I know exactly how you feel
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| And somewhere you want to go from here
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| Well, I’d rather learn to sleep alone
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| And I swear I die inside some nights
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| As the winter comes on, 'cause the summer is gone
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| Children’s games, freezing rain, and Carolina nights
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| Get confused out in Brooklyn where promises die
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| You can contemplate and half-explain and justify yourself
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| To anyone who wants to listen if your answers seem heartfelt
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| And somewhere you want to go from here
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| Well, I’d rather learn to sleep alone
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| And I swear I die inside some nights
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| As the winter comes on, 'cause the summer is gone
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| No one believes all the truth that you have while you dream
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| And no one believes
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| And no one believes, so please just stop screaming at me
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| Won’t you please just stop screaming at me?
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| Won’t you please just stop screaming at me?
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| Won’t you please just stop screaming at me?
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| Won’t you please just stop screaming at me?
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| Wherever you want to go from here
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| Well, I hope you learn to sleep alone
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| And I pray you die inside some nights
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| As the winter comes on, 'cause the summer is gone
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| Oh, the summer is gone
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| Oh, the summer is gone
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| Oh, the summer is gone |