Autumn blew its leaves at me,
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Threatening winter as I walked.
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Summer always goes so quick, Barely stopping like my thoughts.
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Which dip and spin and change so fast
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I have to wonder - Will I last.
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Through the windows of the train,
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I caught reflections of a paper cup,
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Hanging small in a pale blue sky,
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Never knowing which way's up.
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Above the clouds, what's to be found,
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I have to wonder - Will I be around.
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As my anger shouts - At my own self doubt,
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So a sadness creeps - Into my dreams
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When you're scared of living - But afraid to die
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I get scared of giving - And I must find the faith to beat it
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I must be me that's rushing by,
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Time just lingers on the wind.
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Bristlin' through my open fears,
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I wonder what it's going to bring.
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Above the clouds, what's to be found,
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I have to wonder - Will I be around.
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Run and hide, run and hide
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I catch the sail at evening's tide.
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Above the Clouds
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| Paul Weller |
