| A somewhat different kind of autumn
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| And I can’t help but feel inclined
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| To drive my thoughts over a new in my mind
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| I don’t know what to think 'til it’s too late
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| And sometimes, I’m snow-blind
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| And sometimes, I’m tongue tied
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| Romantic and square is hip and aware
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| I’m wracked with guilt and sin
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| From the windows of your skin
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| Romantic and square is hip and aware
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| I’m wracked with guilt and sin
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| From the windows of your skin
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| A somewhat different kind of winter
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| And I can’t help but feel so warm
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| A foolish thought perhaps but now I’m torn
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| How am I meant to feel now it’s not fair
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| And sometimes, I’m snow-blind
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| And sometimes, I’m tongue tied
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| Romantic and square is hip and aware
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| I’m wracked with guilt and sin
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| From the windows of your skin
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| Romantic and square is hip and aware
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| I’m wracked with guilt and sin
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| From the windows of your skin |