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Ah, Autumn
You fucking cunt
Keep bringing me memories that I dinnae want
How come you do it to me every time
Cold recollection of all my crimes

ItÂ’s when IÂ’m carefree that you like to travel
Swing round in front of me and grab my lapel
YouÂ’re warm greeting is as cold as mine
Do I disturb you so that you need my time

IsnÂ’t it funny how all the people IÂ’ve loved
all have in common the fact that IÂ’ve shoved
them away from me, away from mine,
IÂ’m a no manÂ’s land and a man with no mind

Well Autumn fuck you for you have no reason
All my life youÂ’ve been my favourite season
Well IÂ’m sick of the memories and the messages you bring
Piss off youÂ’re chucked IÂ’m gonna go out with spring


malcolm.