When an early autumn walks
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the land and chills the breeze
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and touches with her hand
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the summer trees
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perhaps you'll understand
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what memories I own
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There's a dance pavilion
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in the rain all shuttered down
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a winding country lane
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all russet brown
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a frosty window pane
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shows me a town grown lonely
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That spring of ours
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that started so April hearted
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seemed just made for
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a boy and girl
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I never dreamed, did you
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any fall would come in view
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so early, early
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Darling if you care
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please, let me know
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I'll meet you anywhere
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I love you so
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Let's never have to share
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another early autumn
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<Interlude>
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That spring of ours
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that started so April hearted
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seemed just made for
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a boy and girl
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I never dreamed, did you
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any fall would come in view
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so early, early
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Darling if you care
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please, let me know
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I'll meet you anywhere
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I love you so
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Let's never have to share
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another early autumn
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, huh
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And if they did, don't get all
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arrogant cause that's my kid
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Just be thankful
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that it's good and somebody
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overstood
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Now, the listener in here
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want the same flow but I gotta
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let it grow
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Clever enough to let it go
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if I don't wanna rap no mo'
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And I'll make sure that no one
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ever forgets
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It's immortalized forever
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on wax CD's and casettes
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And when someone goes to the
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store and purchases it for ten
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The life cycle starts
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all over again
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And I was granted this
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music as my soulmate
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to procreate
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and give back what I was given
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a life worth livin And I
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am Still Standing unscathed
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Pain is for suckers to feel
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MC's are running out of
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things to say
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and radio stations running out of
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songs to play, shit!
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We Still Standing, unscathed
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And pain is for suckers to feel
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And MC's running out of
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things to say...
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Early Autumn
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| Patricia Barber |
