| Snow beat down in the shadows
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| No sunlight ever shines
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| Dark skid marks plug the mud
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| On the leafy incline
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| No voice to speak about
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| No movement in the trees
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| No lovers struggle for release
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| On the fallen autumn leaves
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| I’ve gotta know I’m not alone
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| Just one soul
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| I’ve gotta know I’m not alone
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| Just one soul
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| Small cabbage grows in bunches
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| And fungus wood has bones
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| Dark water rain goes through
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| All pathways fill with stones
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| No voice to speak about
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| No movement in the trees
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| No lovers struggle for release
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| On the fallen autumn leaves
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| I’ve gotta know I’m not alone
|
| Just one soul
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| I’ve gotta know I’m not alone
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| Just one soul |