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A ringing phone |
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You can never go back home |
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The same goes for you |
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A drone to call your own |
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While laying around |
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Thinking of St. Henry |
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That's where I'd take her |
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Cause one things for sure |
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A forest needs a fire |
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Like the fire needs the tree |
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It's so dear and personal to me |
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Can you make something |
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Out of nothing |
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And if I ever get back home |
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Grey autumn blues |
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Whenever the first leaf falls |
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It falls for you |
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A sound unknown |
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Can see what isn't shown |
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So pluck out your eyes blue |
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So sight can't betray you |
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What offends your ear |
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To what do you hold dear |
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What's held has grown |
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Here's your home |
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Cause a theif needs a diamond |
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Like the diamond needs a theif |
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It's so near and personal to me |
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Can you make something |
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Out of nothing |
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And if I ever get back home |
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Grey autumn blues |
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Whenever the first leaf falls |
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It falls for you |
