| Ba da ba da ba da ba da ba da ba da
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| Autumn this year is gonna break my heart
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| Leaves start fallin and the feelin starts
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| Days turn shorter and the nights turn cool
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| And children walk home from school
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| And children walk home from school
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| Ba da ba da ba da
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| Blue skys clearer when that old mill stream
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| Flows cold water down a clean pipe dream
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| Airs like apples in the mild day sun
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| When summertimes race has run
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| When summertimes race has run
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| It gets in your throat
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| That melancholy mood
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| Its bound to make you sadder
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| But its good soul food
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| Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh. |
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| Round moons yellow and its gold light glows
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| Bare, black branches in a blind breeze blow
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| Old folk fables tend to talk like wine
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| And younger times haunt my mind
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| Halloween comes and its the last sweet night
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| Everything changes in the next days light
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| One tough cricket sings his last lone song
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| And wintertime comes on strong
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| And wintertime comes on strong |