[Verse 1]
When the fog comes rolling through the avenues
Something leaves my mind
Gifted in November underneath the elms
In all the dying lines
[Verse 2]
The mirage and the echo of the life we live
Gently leaving me
Break the fever, square the lines
Strange geometry
When the fog comes rolling through the avenues
Something leaves my mind
Gifted in November underneath the elms
In all the dying lines
[Verse 2]
The mirage and the echo of the life we live
Gently leaving me
Break the fever, square the lines
Strange geometry
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