| I wanna talk to you about
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| The time of the year, we call it the fall
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| It’s a time when you can feel a change coming
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| Like sometimes late in the evening
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| You can feel a little brisk air
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| Nipping at the back of your neck
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| Kind of make you wanna scrunch up your shoulders
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| And put a blue jeans jumper up around you
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| You can feel it in your bones
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| You know a change is gonna come
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| A litte change never done nobody no harm
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| It’s the time always makes me think about
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| Old Hobo’s sitting out around the camp fires at night fall
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| And some more coffee in an old tin can
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| Trying to keep warm, listen to them
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| But it is also a time when I get a restless feeling
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| Makes me wanna just get on a freight train
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| And ride somewhere like there is something somewhere
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| Saying, come see about me and check me out
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| You can feel it in your bones, oh yes, you can
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| You know a change is gonna come
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| A little change never done nobody no harm
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| It’s a time if you go out in the woods
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| You can see the turning of the leaves
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| And a kind of smells good to you, yeah
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| But it don’t last long
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| For you know it, winter’s come, clamping down on you
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| And you are hovering in your coat
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| Trying to keep yourself warm
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| But it’s a good time, it’s a good thing, it’s a change
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| You can feel it in your bones
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| You know a change is gonna come
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| A little change never done nobody no harm |