| Autumn sadness, all around me
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| Falling to the ground, like a misty morning breeze
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| I guess her heart turned, like the trees have
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| And the southern wind is telling her to leave
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| Oh, woah, it’s getting cold
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| And I know it’s gonna take my soul, when she goes
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| When she goes
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| It’s been years since I’ve seen her happy
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| I lost her trust with every one thing I did wrong
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| I can’t say that, I can blame her
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| If I were honest, I would say she stayed too long
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| Oh, woah, it’s getting cold
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| And I know she’s gonna take my soul, when she goes
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| Oh, when she goes
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| I put on my Sunday jacket
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| Go to the lawyer down on East Tom Bigby Street
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| After so long, we’ve collected
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| Long as she’s happy, I think I’d do anything
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| Oh, woah, it’s going cold
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| And I know, she’s gonna take my soul, when she goes
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| When she goes
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| And here she goes |