| Here’s a sweet September morning, there’s the sense of Autumn on the rise
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| He steps into the wind and sadly sighs
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| «Why does it always seem to be, there’s a cold December wind in front of me?»
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| The more he fills his empty evenings
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| The less he feels that there’s a chance to find
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| Something that can bring a peace of mind
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| Is there a place where you can go?
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| A little something you should know to turn the tide to your favor?
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| Chorus:
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| Wait a little while to welcome what you’re after
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| Give it the time to find its way to you
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| And soon as you no longer try, you’ll turn and find it standing by your side
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| Come and get it, when you let it, it’ll come to you
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| (Instrumental break)
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| Chorus (with 'staring in your eyes')
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| When I run short on inspiration, I best recall what I’ve known all along
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| 'N I remember sweet September’s song, there never really has to be
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| A cold and bitter wind in front of me anymore
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| Chorus (with 'staring in your eyes')
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| Just forget it and wait a little while, while, while
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| Wait a little while, everything will come to you in time
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| Wait a little while — everything will come to you in time
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| Wait a little while — every little thing’s gonna come to you in time
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| Wait a little while — everything will come to you in time
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| Wait a little while — everything will come to you in time
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| Wait a little while |