You sit and infant tub me
Your midwear is so scary

You threw away the ash-tray
Where I had all my incents

I think it doesn't make sense
I thought I'd often lately

Autumn colours, wake me up
Autumn colours, make it stop
Autumn colours, wake me up
Autumn colours, make me fuck

You sit and infant tub me
You don't look good, believe me

What good wil autumn do me
When all I had has left me

Autumn colours, wake me up
Autumn colours, make it stop
Autumn colours, wake me up
Autumn colours, make me fuck, make me fuck

Make me fuck, make me fuck
Make me fuck, make me fuck

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