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Mama, it is raining leaves, |
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It's snowing leaves, |
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They're falling down, |
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I love the way she says that and, |
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I love this part of town. |
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I love being surrounded by so many kinds of trees, |
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October on the west side reminds me to fall back east,'cept |
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I don't feel like falling for,the feeling that |
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I've gotta fall, |
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I feel like standing tall,and getting all of my ducks in a row, |
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I'm sure some times |
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I'll waver,but |
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I'll savour good intentions |
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I know, that progress not perfection is the only way to go, |
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If I wanna grow, |
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Gotta prune my soul, |
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Shed the leaves,'til |
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I am wet and naked, |
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Cold and rainy, |
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So, there's room for those, |
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Things that wanna grow, |
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That are beautiful, and amazing. |
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The days that seem, |
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The most dreary, |
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Are perfect for being creative and cosy, |
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As long as we sing, |
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Until the |
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Spring,This |
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Winter can be, |
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A most magical thing, |
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And our trunks will be, |
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Solid and strong, |
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Even after, |
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The leaves are all gone, |
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Our trunks will be, |
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Solid and strong, |
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Even after, |
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The leaves are all gone. |
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Mama, it is raining leaves, |
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It's snowing leaves, |
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They're falling down, |
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I love the way she says that and, |
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I love this part of town, |
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Mama, it is raining leaves, |
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It's snowing leaves, |
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They're falling down, |
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I love the way she says that and, |
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I love this part of town... |