Miss you most of all
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When all those autumn leaves start to fall
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Drifting by my window
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They come up over the wall
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Why does a good thing have to do end
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Can't see it happen where and when
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Cycle of change can be so cruel
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I've got no one to blame I'm just a fool, you know
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Hold on they keep on telling me
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Something good is gonna come
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The red and gold has put its spell oni¡í¢¯ me
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And old man winter's gonna come
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You know he keeps on blocking off the sun
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Miss you most of all
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When they burn those bonfires tall
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Smoke and ashes fill the air and the
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Harvesters are everywhere
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No time to waste, let's drink the wine
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Don't let the fruit rot on the vine
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When the sun is big and fiery it goes, you know
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That is the time I miss you the most, they say
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Hold on they keep on telling me
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Something good is gonna come
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The red and gold has put its spell oni¡í¢¯ me
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And old man winter's gonna come
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You know he keeps on blocking off the sun
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Cold wind is howling and there's
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Dampness creepsi¡í¢¯ in our bones
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Seasons change, why didn't we
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Come on bring that summer back to me
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Hold on they keep on telling me
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Something good is gonna come
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The red and gold has put its spell oni¡í¢¯ me
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And old man winter's gonna come
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You know he keeps on blocking off the sun
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Tell me why does he always have to come?
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Miss You
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Madonna |