| The sun is awake with its burning
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| Colors gold and amber
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| A sentimental sky
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| And we are alone with our yearning
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| Attention starved
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| To do right
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| I don’t know why
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| We’re so surprised
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| By a fire in the furnace
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| We paid for the oil
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| That’s feeding the flames
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| As autumn leaves
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| And I don’t know how
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| I wasn’t aware
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| Of the absence of the earnest
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| When you’re alone
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| A chill to the bone
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| Is nothing new
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| The moon, it is full, light a candle
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| For the wicked and the weak ons
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| Bound to pull you in
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| Like the moon rips the tid
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| From the shoreline
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| We ride that current
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| I don’t know why
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| We’re so surprised
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| By a fire in the furnace
|
| We paid for the oil
|
| That’s feeding the flames
|
| As autumn leaves
|
| I don’t know how
|
| I wasn’t aware
|
| Of the absence of the earnest
|
| When you’re alone
|
| A chill to the bone
|
| Is nothing new
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| The sun is alive with its burning
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| Colors bold and fury
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| Sacrificial fire
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| We are alone with our yearning
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| Attention starved
|
| I don’t know why
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| We’re so surprised
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| By the first fire of the winter
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| We paid for the oil
|
| That’s feeding the flames
|
| As autumn leaves
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| I don’t know how
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| I wasn’t aware
|
| Of the absence of the earnest
|
| When you’re alone
|
| A chill to the bone
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| Is nothing new |