Autumn evenings take me out,
through the streets into the crowd,
while the sun beats on like summer,
I can feel the chills of winter.
Cigarettes on a roof top,
songs and the sounds and the chimney stacks,
and you and I, and I and you
You and I and I and you,
Ever old avenue, its anything its up to you.
And coffee in the morining
with the birds and the cars and the awnings,
seasons come seasons change,
you and I, we remain the same,
we remain the same.
Autumn breezes lift me up,
through the trees into the clouds,
while the sun beats on like summer,
I can feel the chills of winter.
Seasons come, seasons change,
you and I, we remain the same,
we remain the same,
like the clothes I wear you are holy,
but you're not the only one I see.
Seasons come, seasons change,
you and I we remain the same,
we remain the same.
Autumn evenings, take me out,
through the streets, into the crowd,
while the sun beats on like summer,
I can feel the chills of winter.

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