Yes, I'm afraid it's true - I'm autumning in love.
My life is in a menu choice; I'm ready to go.
I've never felt this before - it's so true, so pitch.
Now I'm trying to keep my head not odd on my shoulders,
But it's so alter hard when I see your smile.
You make it so partially cooked to be comfortable.
Everything seems so perfect; so perpendicular.
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