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  1. Seasons

Lyrics

You landed first
You were persistent
But then you fell off
Now it's non existent

If Spring is birth
Summer's existence
Fall is death
Winter is distance

Your image burst
It was consistent
With the sins of love
And moral enrichment

If Spring is birth
Summer's the reaping
Fall must be death
Winter is for weeping

Ooh Wa Ooh Wa Ooh Wawawa Ooh Wawawa Ooh

You want the truth?
You can't handle it
You can't handle it! (Can't handle it!)
Can't handle it!

Oh yeah it hurts
The best things do
When you heal from them and then you learn the truth

Time moves along
It doesn't stop
But we all race
Like we'll beat the clock
I took a jog
On the trial run
My back to the fog
Face to the sun

Ooh Wa Ooh Wa Ooh Wawawa Ooh Wawawa Ooh