i can't bear the beat of a different drum,
it holds me down and won't help me none.
when the heat begins to fade,
i know it's the time for which i've been made.
my blood it runs, cold in the vein.
i'm left empty-handed with every rhythm change.
autumn,
do what you need,
i've had my fill
summer, please concede.
autumn,
hold your tongue, lose your leaves.
winter's coming give me bare trees.
i can't bear the beat of a different drum,
it holds me down it won't help me none.
i can't bear the beat of a different drum.

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