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Oh how it shows the summer times
Are coming to a close and all the while
I traipse around like its not getting colder
I wonder all about I feel like I'm pinned under a boulder
And the biggest steepest slope in skies
Are getting more terrible as nights go by
Oh nights go by, loves pass by
Oh boy why don’t you follow leaves lead and make the autumn your time
To fall in love to do some good
So that all the colors in spring will bring you joy like they should
And I go because it feels like home
And if no one will come I just go alone
So happily but devastatingly
I feel like an owl flying across the highway at night
And how does that feel? Well
It feels alright
Its feels alright hum
It feels alright ohh
It feels alright