and when the trees turn coloured leaves,
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is when the wind will take you here,
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i knew this would be what happened next,
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no matter which way, or which year.
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i kept on thinking you were the one that made me happy
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just to see you smile.
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i knew i would see you at your work, where we first met.
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i forgot all the times that you said 'kiss me once before i leave,
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because i'd really like to sleep in comfort'.
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when i hide all these tears inside then the monsters won't even look.
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sometimes i wish i knew what you were doing these past two months
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that you've been away from here,
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then other times i could care less about you and your problems,
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they come to haunt me in my sleep.
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but did you know that this time i'm going to do the right thing now,
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just be the best i can.
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just don't expect much from me right now,
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just read the poems i wrote you (they're all not true).
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and i'm sorry, you had to die so fast,
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you were oh so young, twenty-one
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and already past your prime, so sad, so sad.
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and i'm thinking, and i know it's the right thing to do,
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you're already dead so i could care less about you.
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i wonder how your, i wonder how you're doing in hell.
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Fall Leaves
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Somehow Hollow |