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The summer days are gone too soon
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You shoot the moon
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And miss completely
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And now you're left to face the gloom
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The empty room that once smelled sweetly
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Of all the flowers you plucked if only
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You knew the reason
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Why you had to each be lonely
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Was it just the season?
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Now the fall is here again
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You can't begin to give in
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It's all over
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When the snows come rolling through
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You're rolling too with some new lover
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Will you think of times you've told me
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That you knew the reason
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Why we had to each be lonely
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It was just the season
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Shoot the Moon
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Norah Jones |