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halloween in new yorkon the way home from londoneight weeks on tonight stillbut all the other winter's i spentshe lived in a housewhere mission street bendsshe slept in a roomwhere i didn't feel welcomeleaves are turning brownall over the groundleaves make like papermake like paper soundsway back, back theni considered you my best friendbut the last time i saw youi knew i'd never see you againyou lived in a placeoff the chamblee-dunwoody wayi took up his spacewhen they took your father awayleaves are turning roundall over the groundleaves make like papermake like paper sounds
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