Sometime in the evening I find a green spot in this town and hide myself
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Thinking of those circling skies
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It takes me back to another time of duffel coats
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And drawing lines in the late September evening sand
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The pumpkin soup on the table, the late September sun
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A glow from the future, a sorrow yet to be undone
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Autumn¡¯s brown sturdy fingers are embedding bouquets up and down your spine
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Embrace the moment ¡®cos everything changes and all this will too
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Today you debut your birthday bike on the hill
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It¡¯s so beautiful but things are gonna change
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The pumpkin soup as warm as an evening sun
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A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be passed on
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The circling sky of seagulls the late September sun
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I dream of a future, a dream that sorrow has undone
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Undone
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Pedal home, pedal home
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Your mother is baking your favorite apples this evening
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There¡¯s soup on the table but don¡¯t let go it cold, no, no, no
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As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean
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You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer
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Its last breath of summer
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The pumpkin soup on the table the late September sun
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Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone
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Pumpkin Soup
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Patrick Wolf |