All the leaves are turning yellow, red and brown
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Soon they'll be scattered as they tumble down
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Although they may be swept up so invitingly
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I never did what I was told
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I trampled though the amber and the burnished gold
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But now I clearly see how cruel the young can be
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You can convince yourself of anything
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If you wish both hard and long
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And I believed that life was wonderful
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Right up to the moment when love went wrong
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I gaze up at the tree-tops and laugh
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I need somebody to shake me loose
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I want to know what happens next
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'Til I don't care at all
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There I go
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Beginning to fall
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Fallen
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| Elvis Costello |
