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Red Leaves
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Red leaves are falling to the grass
And he’s living in the past
Like the minute
And the second hands that dance
They fade away
She is waiting on a train
She is waiting on a train
She is waiting just as long as she can stand
To be alone
And the people passing by
They would stop and wonder why
Standing long enough to breathe a happy sigh
And then be gone
And it makes us oh so sad to think of what we had
And that everything we know is gonna fade
That everything we know is gonna fade
Away
Written by E. Fink
© 2012- Crooked Creek Records
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