Cigarettes and innocence are scattered on the floor It's the first of October and the summer is gone You can't walk away and try claim that none of this was real Sometimes autumn is confusing and I know exactly how you feel And somewhere you want to go from here Well I'd rather learn to sleep alone And I swear I die inside some nights as the winter comes on 'Cause the summer is gone Children's games Freezing rain And Carolina nights get confused out in Brooklyn where promises die You can contemplate and half explain And justify yourself to anyone who wants to listen If your answers seem heartfelt And somewhere you want to go from here Well I'd rather learn to sleep alone And I swear I die inside some nights as the winter comes on 'Cause the summer is gone No one believes all the truth that you have while you dream And no one believes And no one believes so please just stop screaming at me Won't you please just stop screaming at me Won't you please just stop screaming at me Won't you please just stop screaming at me Won't you please just stop screaming at me Wherever you want to go from here Well I hope you learn to sleep alone And I pray you die inside some nights as the winter comes on 'Cause the summer is gone Oh The summer is gone Oh The summer is gone Oh The summer is gone
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