Its always October in my sleep
The leaves are turning and falling
Compromise is chilling
I’ll try again if you’re willing
This grease paint is getting cracked
Its getting in my eyes
Throw that costume to the floor
I don’t know who you are anymore
We’ve got to chase away the doubt
I need a quiet touch, not a shout
Listen, listen to me
You look great in October
That tree has about five leaves left
Is that all there is for us
The colors on the ground are deep
The end of the summer doesn’t come cheap
Something’s got to give; this is no way to live
We’ve got to chase away the doubt
I need a quiet touch, not a shout
Listen, listen to me
You look great in October
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