| The leaves will fall
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| And so will you
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| When you do, bury me under them too
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| Seconds pass; |
| we’ll make it through
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| Eventually we all go home
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| It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long
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| We walk along the wire tied between horizons
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| You close your eyes like it’s nothing at all
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| Throughout the rise and fall, everything, everything
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| Changes, I will be here when you die
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| It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long
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| Until we find our way home
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| Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died?
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| Did a violin swell those circles under your eyes?
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| Did you play the part straight, like a marcher?
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| Get lost in the beat, thinking and feeling
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| Did the drums in the streets make the people dance?
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| Or fall to their knees as the sound?
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| Knock the leaves from the trees
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| As they fall from the branch, they look beautiful
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| As they hung in the air
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| Spinning around
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| Did you float in the air?
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| Spinning around
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| There must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night
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| And the leaves don’t abandon their trees to the light
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| Where the sky’s always clear
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| And the summer never ends
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| Won’t you take me there?
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| The leaves will fall
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| So will you
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| When you do, bury me
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| Under them too
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| Seconds pass; |
| we’ll make it through
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| Eventually we all are going home |