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Seasons On The Run Lyrics

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Look outside your window, love
Can you see the clouds
Is it growing colder, love
Is anyone around?

I'm sorry for the things I've done
I'm counting on my hands
I'm running out of fingers, but
I'm sure you understand

Don't be too ungrateful, don't be too unkind
Think before you make up your mind

The trees are dropping leaves and the
Season's on the run
I'm running out of mine but
Yours have just begun