This fall is cold
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The wind is coming on fast
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Do you know?
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Can you tell me how long it will last?
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And does it show
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The way you did yesterday
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Can we go?
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Will you let me?
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Can we go all the way?
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All the days from my youth
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Will they end right here?
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And it's hard to read the pages
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Through a veil full of tears
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It's time to go
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Because I'm just getting by
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And it's hard to keep a conscience
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With a head full of lies
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Chorus:
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[Hey! Are you hearing me now?
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Will you wipe the slate clean
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And start over somehow?
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'Cus I know how we can get down,
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Hit the bricks,
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Put some miles between us and this town
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We are, we are, we are unforgiven
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So we move on, move on, move on to the living
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I promise you this:
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There's more to be missed
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Than we could ever dream of here]
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And as I lay in the summer and the heat
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I feel the wind start to cool me
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From the sweat and the sheets
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And is it wrong to waste my hours in a haze?
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Feeling bad because I ignore you
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In so many different ways
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But does it show?
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I see you try and read my face
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I'm lying right beside you
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Then I'm gone without a trace
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Where did you go?
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And I'll try to stay true
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It's a shame you're watching
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From another point of view
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(Chorus)
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(Dream of here) (2x)
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(Chorus)
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7 Year Itch
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Stroke 9 |