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Friedman Dean Dean Friedman The Letter Autumn seems awful lonely here whenever we think of you Last night the sky was purple and we wanted to share the view The leaves on the trees are turning and the woods are all ablaze The smell of the timber burning in the fireplace Sunday we woke up early and we drove out to Tyson's farms Gorging ourselves on all the cider and donuts we could fit under both our arms Picking out penny candy in the country store Until we collapsed on the porch with our bellies sore So what's it like to be on your own A roamin' vagabond Away from home in search of some forgotten door Is it half as good as it sounds And tell me have you really found The peace and calm we've all been lookin' for Freckles still misses you, she always sleeps on the floor in your room Ruth says she smells but you know it's just her very unique perfume The tree in the back bore apples but they're green and full of worms I guess we'll sit tight and wait until the cider turns Everyone sends their love, they still don't really believe you're gone Everyone's jealous of this crazy oddysey that you're on Hoping this finds you happy and healthy and sane Pray that your strength will ease you through the growing pains So what's it like to be on your own A roamin' vagabond Away from home in search of some forgotten door Is it half as good as it sounds And tell me have you really found The peace and calm we've all been lookin' for So what's it like to be on your own A roamin' vagabond Away from home in search of some forgotten door Is it half as good as it sounds And tell me have you really found The peace and calm we've all been lookin' for |
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