When the leaves have changed
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When the world around you
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Starts to grow deranged
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And the faces that you see
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Are looking strange
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And your principles
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Have all been rearranged
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When only tears remain
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In the residue the ruins of your brain
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You'll start looking for a way
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You can explain
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Though the reasons should've
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Made themselves quite plain
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And then you'll think of me
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In the moments when we'd
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Almost broken free
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Your mind will start it's
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Drifting wistfully
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To the corner of your
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Heart nobody sees
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Trace Of A Cat's Eye
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Matt Nathanson |