These are haunted days
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bonfire-scented autumn days
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Someone's slipped away
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and someone's thoughts are all in one place
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These are haunted days
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the year is facing its old age
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I met her from work at three to see her home
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so she could catch some sleep
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Everything's a little
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everything's a little - thrown
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I watched her cry for someone I didn't know
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You can sense it on the wind
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the wind that sets the trees to singing
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hear them whispering how someone's gone
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someone's missing
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These are haunted days
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sad and golden, underplayed
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I met her on Oxford Street to see her home
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so she could catch some sleep
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These are haunted days
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bonfire-scented autumn days
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You can't fix everything that breaks
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and someone's thoughts are all in one place
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Haunted Days
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| Trembling Blue Stars |
