halloween in new york
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on the way home from london
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eight weeks on tonight still
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but all the other winter's i spent
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she lived in a house
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where mission street bends
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she slept in a room
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where i didn't feel welcome
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leaves are turning brown
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all over the ground
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leaves make like paper
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make like paper sounds
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way back, back then
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i considered you my best friend
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but the last time i saw you
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i knew i'd never see you again
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you lived in a place
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off the chamblee-dunwoody way
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i took up his space
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when they took your father away
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leaves are turning round
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all over the ground
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leaves make like paper
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make like paper sounds
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Make Like Paper
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| Red House Painters |
