dry
she came in the mourning and stole the sun
she left without warning, as the evenings come
its that autumn feeling that has begun
kicking leaves against the trees, in the setting sun
i am always waiting, on the tide
i embraced the fall, without my pride
i told you i was moving, but i lied
kicking leaves against trees, on the weather side
its always the same old chord
your always after some reward
lie like a catcher in the rye
and i`m in need of water, you left me dry.
you left me dry
and still i smile.
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