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Letras:Malcolm Middleton. Into The Woods. Autumn.


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
It?s when I?m carefree that you like to travel
Swing round in front of me and grab my lapel
You?re warm greeting is as cold as mine
Do I disturb you so that you need my time
Isn?t it funny how all the people I?ve loved
all have in common the fact that I?ve shoved
them away from me, away from mine,
I?m a no man?s land and a man with no mind
Well Autumn fuck you for you have no reason
All my life you?ve been my favourite season
Well I?m sick of the memories and the messages you bring
Piss off you?re chucked I?m gonna go out with spring