| When I was a young man, caught in the girls
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| I played me a waiting game
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| If a maid refused me with tossin' curls
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| I let the old earth take a couple of whirls
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| While I apply her with tears in lieu of pearls
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| And as time came around, she came my way
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| And as time came around, she came
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| Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December
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| But the days grow short when you reach September
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| When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
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| One hasn’t got time for the waiting game
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| Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
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| September, November
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| And these few precious days, I’ll spend with you
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| These precious days, I’ll spend with you
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| Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
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| September, November
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| And these few precious days, I’ll spend with you
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| These precious days, I’ll spend with you. |