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Good God, is it November? |
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The leaves burn auburn red |
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The Asheville skies and timber |
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Are holding on to it |
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But I cannot remember |
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That fleeting hopeful song |
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That rose of our September |
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My word, what have we done? |
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I'd love nothing more than to cover my face |
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Forget who I am and get out of this place |
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Pretend to be somebody other than me |
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And go on living that way |
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Till all the dreams that I had in mind |
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Come back to me by next year this time |
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Tell me whatever became of what I left behind |
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Could hope have sprung eternal on darkened, dreary roads? |
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The heart that beats nocturnal knows not where it goes |
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We listen for the signal to raise the dirt again |
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Our livelihood is equal to the air that breathes us in |
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I'd welcome you home just to turn you away |
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Shuffle the cards by the light of the day |
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Pretend that the worst of it got left behind |
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And go on living that way |
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Till all the dreams we left in our wake |
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Come back to me as the joy we forsake |
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Tell me whatever is burning the fires we made |
