Mama, it is raining leaves,
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It's snowing leaves,
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They're falling down,
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I love the way she says that and,
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I love this part of town.
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I love being surrounded by so many kinds of trees,
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October on the west side reminds me to fall back east,
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'cept I don't feel like falling for,
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the feeling that I've gotta fall,
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I feel like standing tall,
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and getting all of my ducks in a row,
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I'm sure some times I'll waver,
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but I'll savour good intentions
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I know, that progress not perfection is the only way to go,
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If I wanna grow,
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Gotta prove my soul,
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Shed the leaves,
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'til I am wet and naked,
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Cold and rainy,
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So, there's room for those,
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Things that wanna grow,
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That are beautiful, and amazing.
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The days that seem,
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The most dreary,
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Are perfect for being creative and cosy,
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As long as we sing,
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Until the Spring,
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This Winter can be,
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A most magical thing,
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And our trunks will be,
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Solid and strong,
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Even after,
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The leaves are all gone,
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Our trunks will be,
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Solid and strong,
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Even after,
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The leaves are all gone.
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Mama, it is raining leaves,
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It's snowing leaves,
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They're falling down,
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I love the way she says that and,
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I love this part of town,
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Mama, it is raining leaves,
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It's snowing leaves,
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They're falling down,
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I love the way she says that and,
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I love this part of town...
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Solid And Strong
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Kimya Dawson |