October rain rushes to my sky,
The end is near and I don't know why
Will you remind me to play someday?
To dance on the street with the falling rain?
Because fairy tales, yes fairy tales
They all mean the same to everyone else.
Just like the leaping fires of fate,
That took me before I wake.
To watch the october rain,
As it takes away my pain.
Could it be that the world is blind?
And all that glitters isn't all that fine.
But their eyes that see, must now sleep,
And wait when tomorrow's today,
And wait when tomorrow's today,
And it would all be okay.
Now the morning breeze,
Is flying by.
The end is near and I don't know why.
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