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The grass is always greener
As Im sure that youve found.
If I find my way back on the last leg of this trip,
Im betting on finding you there.
As long as its constantly changing.
As long as its constantly sound.
If theres no sense of impending danger,
Theres no sense in hanging around for the winter.
If Im not gonna be in your arms, your arms around me
What have I got if youre there?
Well be home in December.
The leaves dont fall from the trees,
As long as you remember you are always with me.
Well be home in December.
The leaves dont fall from the trees
As long as you remember you are always with me.
Its not my place to find it,
Not something that I get to choose.
Dont be scared cause youre not something Im willing to lose.
Ill bet you find it in the last place you look.
Ill bet you find it in the last place you look.