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. I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky. And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree. I'm turning my head up and down. I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
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(are. Maltby, Jr. & D. Shire). . Autumn, it feels like Autumn. Although the breeze is still. I feel the chill of Autumn. Oh, yes, it's Autumn. It's always Autumn. However green the hill
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Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree. Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree Dear sir, can you remember me?. Have a look inside
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Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree. Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree Dear sir, can you remember me?. Have a look inside
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Look Into These Eyes. See 'em Painted. With Regret The Acrobat Of Life. I Let The Days Roll On And On Today, Yesterday. Tomorrow It's The Same. I Welcome The Season. The Autumn Of My Life Look
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along ways. These old back roads. Where no one lives and. And no one goes. With all their hopes set. On the railway. That never came and. that no one stayed. I guess that autumn. Gets you
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tight. You're all that I need. Underneath the tree. Tonight (Tonight), I'm gonna hold you close (Ooh). Make sure that you know (Know). I was lost before you (Ooh). Christmas was cold and grey (Ooh
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We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds. We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds. We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds October came, our case got stuck
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We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds. We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds. We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds October came, our case got stuck
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Bài hát Autumn Leaves - Bob Dylan. The falling leaves. Drift by the window. The autumn leaves. Of red and gold. I see your lips. The summer kisses. The sunburned hands. I used to hold. Since you went
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Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer. Autumn, my love's gone with another. I can't demand anything of myself now. So I guess I'll stay here in New England. For autumn Buildings look tall and
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me feel
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I'm turning my head up and down . I'm turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin' around. And all that I can see is just another lemon tree. I wonder how. I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting?. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first-nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me feel
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Autumn leaves fall and are swept out of sight. The words that you said have gone too. Autumn leaves fall and are swept out of sight. So are the memories of love that we knew The wind of
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Hunted down I came upon. A place of ferns and grass. Gathered to a redbud tree. And now their footsteps pass. Where I crouch in dread. Discovery my certain death. Bur leaves reaching for my
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The falling leaves. Drift by the window. The autumn leaves. Of red and gold I see your lips. The summer kisses. The sunburned hands. I used to hold Since you went away. The days grow long
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The falling leaves. Drift by the window. The autumn leaves. Of red and gold. I see your lips. The summer kisses. The sunburned hands. I used to hold. Since you went away. The days grow long
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The summer sun is fading as the year grows old. And darker days are drawing near. The winter winds will be much colder. Now you're not here I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky. And
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the Rain Are Here Again. I Shall Return. Into Your Arms All the Wounds You Bear Inside. We Bear Them in Our Autumn Hearts. The Words I Speak Are Soaked with Filth. And Night Becames Our Enemy
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hear old winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling. When autumn leaves start to fall. Since you went away the days grow long. And soon I'll hear old winter's song. But I miss you most of all
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You're the one who beckoned the wind. And fanned the flame when our love began. So don't pretend you don't know me. Our names are carved on you, singing tree. Oh singing tree. Sing to me . Call
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tree, pine tree. Growin' from the soil of Gallilee. Don't be scared now, don't be slow. If you don't go the roots won't grow When I was a child there. Three feet I stood. I looked out on the valley
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The falling leaves drift by the window. The autumn leaves of red and gold. I see your lips, the summer kisses. The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long. And soon
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When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze. And touches with her hand the summer trees. Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own. There's a dance pavilion, all shuttered down
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Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah. Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah. Underneath that tree. There's just gonna be you and me. Underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah Old man down