| Matt Nathanson - Trace Of A Cat's Eye
When the leaves have changed
When the world around you
Starts to grow deranged
And the faces that you see
Are looking strange
And your principles
Have all been rearranged
When only tears remain
In the residue the ruins of your brain
You'll start looking for a way
You can explain
Though the reasons should've
Made themselves quite plain
And then you'll think of me
In the moments when we'd
Almost broken free
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