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Autumn Heartache

him Heartache Yes, you can call him that You can call him Heartache You'll never take it back Once there was spring inside his eyes Now there's only autumn

[words & music: Barthold] Trees cut the wounded sky Of autumn it hangs dead Clouded in silver Of autumn it hangs dead Like a voice from within begging

I fell down to my hands and knees And now I am searchimg Through the autumn leaves Hold on, here comes another heartbreak Hold on, here comes another heartache