The summer sun is fading as the year grows old And darker days are drawing near The winter winds will be much colder Now you're not here I watch the
Out of morning and into midnight, Through the sunrise and under moonlight. Isobella, oh! Isobella, dream of me. Everything that comes from day Comes
Autumn, it feels like autumn Although the breeze is still, I feel the chill of autumn Oh, yes, it's autumn, it's always autumn However green the hill,
"I Fall" is recorded by The Damned. This is a punk cover only. I gotta full moon A smaller room than I need A candy store a sexy whore Yes I bleed A
I never promised you a happy ending You never said you wouldn't make me cry But summer love will keep us warm long after Our autumn goodbye, autumn goodbye
I saw my castles fall today and crumble into dust around my feet In shambles there my future lay each stone a broken dream so sweet I built the heaven
Signed your name on the dotted line Your promising future was soon left behind Eyes open wide, god and gun at your side Your hopes and dreams soo fall
When It's Autumn In The Soul Black Shapes Uprise And Time Grows Old How Much Longer To Endure The Pain In The Distance Her Name Echoes Across The Plain
Frosten biter kvar Nu nar min framtid ter sig ljus I landet som jag byggt Har du just varit allt utom trygg Men langsamt Sa langsamt Kom ta mig hela
Autumn in New York Why does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New York It spells the thrill of first-nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds In
Oh wah, oh wah, oh wah Oh wah, oh wah, oh wah Why do fools fall in love? Why do birds sing so gay And lovers await the break of day? Why do they fall
The things I am missin' You're huggin' and you're kissin' Now that you're gone It's your love I'll be missin' You and me, and happiness could be Could
When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass I'm back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulderpads Standin' in the huddle, listenin' to the call Fans
Why do fools fall in love? Why do birds sing so gay? Lover's awake at the break of day Why do they fall in love? Why does the rain Fall from up above
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Go out and tell the society The talk of the town is on its way This is not bad, only serious Do understand, don't turn your back on me Doesn't matter
In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey for the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to say When all my thoughts are spoken
From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar When the dawn begins to crack, it's all part of my autumn almanac Breeze blows leaves of a musty
