the leaves are falling once again
disquieted spirits on the road again
we’ve sullied our sunday best again
the preacher says only believe again

i cannot return to the pain again
the sorrows they’ve begun to stain again
our wishes were baskets of hope again
and sunday’s our only reprieve again

they said we could never repair again
but they’ve only just noticed despair again
my shoulders, they ache from the weight again
yet the stars seem to call out my name again

there’s only one chance at hello again
but my back turns the color of fear again
we may never recover to blame again
but it’s starting to sound quite the same again

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