The seasons are changing
And I'm glaring at the night
No matter where I'm staying
And the city sleeps while it's dark in the day time
And the leaves are dying in this ghost town
I'll find myself a city to live in The seasons are changing And I'm glaring at the night No matter where I'm staying And the city sleeps while it's dark in the day time And the leaves are dying in this ghost town Explain Request ×
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