Autumn's coming in through the yard,
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Marching like a grandfather clock
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The badges he wears are tattered and old
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Like shredded ribbons of bright read and gold
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His arms are stiff and they're sure they're in time
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'Cause you can't slow a man with a pendulum down
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No, you can't slow a man with a pendulum down
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In autumn it's hard to keep the mood light
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The puddles get deep and my umbrella was swiped
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You'll find him in the strangest of places
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Jangling a coffee cup outside store twenty-four
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But he's not a beggar 'till the cold settles in
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And he swears there's an Indian summer in him
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Oh, he swears there's an Indian summer in him
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Drink from this flask to put warmth in your chest and sing around my piano
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I'm settling in for the long winter months with all of the friends I can handle
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And we'll toast this death of summer months
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And summer warmth
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And summer love
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If your heart starts feeling slow, there's a refrain I know and I¡¯ll teach you, it goes
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"when we've come down with cabin fever,
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And everyone's wearing sweaters
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And talking about leaving, we'll know it's time."
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Pack the car
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Head out to Vermont
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I'm trading Boston concrete for foliage
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It always feels like I¡¯m on my way out
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Chasing seasons down but they never do budge
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Oh, as soon as you're used to one season it moves
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And that's all that you can count on
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That's all that you can count on
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When we've come down with cabin fever
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And everyone's wearing sweaters
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And talking about leaving we'll know it's time
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Cabin Fever
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Casey Dienel |