It?s sure is cold this morning, hanging lights in the trees downtown, Indian summer, is over, fall fell
Alone under gray skis above
Her feathers to bright for this dull town, her colors are always still here, she follow them here for the
The Outside, we all saw it coming, she didn?t get out in time
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Oh the winter won?t last, sun will come out, well I know she will find them again right now