Today I left my house in shorts
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But now I'm having second thoughts
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Something's not the same
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The wind just called my name
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So I stop to look around
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Maybe it was just sleight of sound
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It's just me and my bare knees
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Powerlines and trees
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But one hint is more than enough
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It starts with a sniffle and a cough
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When posters have stopped falling off my wall
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The winter takes fall
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All of these past regrets
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Are faded signs of missing pets
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It's time for moving on
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Everyone else has gone
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Eyes a red pattern like the labyrinthine streets of Cairo
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Feeling as used as a bank biro
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My cylinder inside
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Has dried
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Warmer months I'm more at home
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It's easier to be alone
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Why don't I just pick up the phone and call?
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The winter kills fall
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And all of these fledglings that you've found
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And given homes
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Will hunger for the new
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And colourful
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A signal from your eyes could save me
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They shone like car keys to a baby
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Should I settle for romance?
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Or practice disco dance
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These gatherings are fraught with dangers
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The conversation chops and changes
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I wish us away in our mangers
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A crowded room but total strangers all
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The winter takes fall
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Winter Takes Fall
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| Darren Hanlon |
