A chilling wind blows through the town Autumn leaves seem gladly falling down And I believe you'll be glad to see me go Just when it was beginning to feel like home Baby I'm so alone for another What's the matter with me? Or should I ask You're changing your mind, like the weather you've grown cold Just when it was beginning to feel like home.
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