This time of year
I walk outside This world's been taken
for a ride And you are somewhere in the
town And all around me red and brown I
go my way, follow the sky
But when the mist is on the lake The
two of you are hard to take Across the
water in a mirror So far away yet halfway
here I turn around, got no other choice
Why you skipped me I don't know The
wind will come and leaves will blow I
tried too hard and maybe when The leaves
come back I'll try again I'll find your
name, follow some clue
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