Me, me, me, me, me, me, me. So me it's scary. And autumn - the grayness and blackness, all the soft blue colours of summer nights long gone, lights shining, criss-crossing everywhere, trees rustling and the smells, rain and decay and home - going there, or just leaving.
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I've got to go
and you're talking in code
saying, "I know where you've been
and I know where you go,"
but I've been tired from the minute I woke
I stopped listening from the moment you spoke
and said, "I'm long gone...
yeah, I'm long gone..."
and I'm sleeping alone
in a house I don't own
'cause if you're touring your mind
you'll get lost every time
you'll sing me sad songs to keep me awake
in that bedroom where we hid away
baby, I'm long gone
yeah, I'm long gone
and your voice cracks like a piano
you keep moving, but where are you going?
baby, we're long gone
yeah, we're long gone
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