I believed I was free
but I was wrong
I was busy singing
some old happy song
I argued but
she wouldn't agree
and summer let go of me
and I fell
into autumn's open arms
seduced by summer's
sweet come-hither charms
green leaves fade to brown
and fall down from the tree
summer let go of me
she's a wild wind
that never will be still
racing on by her own free will
this world keeps spinning
hard and fast
you never know
which breath will be your last
that old bastard winter
is waiting patiently
summer let go of me
summer let go of me
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