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Laura lays on the foot of the bed |
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Mimics a noose with a telephone cord |
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Doctor's on the phone |
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Then she hangs up and says |
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"I ain't never gonna see the winter again" |
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And I don't know how, but she smiles |
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September, September |
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September, September |
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They carved your name into the stone and then |
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they put it in the ground, |
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I run my fingers through the grooves |
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When no one's around |
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Drink till I am sick and |
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Then I talk to myself in the dog days under the sun |
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Then I feel you coming but I don't know how |
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September, September |
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September, September |
