| Wind is shaking the tree outside
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| Holding it nice and tight
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| While blowing leafs away
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| I know it’s just a myth,
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| But can the last one escape the fall and stay?
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| How I wish that you were here to help me
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| Do bitter words suppose to cut so deep
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| How I wish that you were here to tell me sleep
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| I’m still in front of an empty page,
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| Imagine deserted stage
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| Nobody else but you
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| Up there trying to save the day but failing
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| What’s left to say? |
| Who knew?
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| But out there in the cold the last leaf’s gonna fall
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| And sweep away another lonely day
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| So I’m just waiting for a gentle sigh, my final call
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| Fly away, I’ll follow
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| Can you see the wind is getting stronger?
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| It keeps on playing with my jaded heart
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| Let it be Can’t take it any longer
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| I know that out there in the cold
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| The last leaf’s gonna fall
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| And sweep away another lonely day
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| So I’m just waiting for a gentle sigh, my final call
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| Fly away, I’ll follow
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| But out there in the cold the last leaf’s gonna fall
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| And sweep away another lonely day
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| So I’m just waiting for a gentle sigh, my final call
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| Fly away, fly away, fly |