| What’s that you’re saying, alleyway’s bustlin'
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| With rumors that the war is outside our city walls
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| September morning news, you bring me down…
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| September morning news, you bring me down
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| Fathers and brothers fled from the churches
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| Sent to the place they loved by the stones and stares of their flaws
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| Wives and their daughters, blood on their blouses
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| Spat on the ones they love with their terror and fear
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| September morning news, you bring me down…
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| September morning news, you bring me down
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| You’re broken-hearted, I remember your face
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| You blessed the flag we brought on that hard-won Bastille Day
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| September morning of sorrow and doubt
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| Where can I turn to now the new day’s likely over?
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| September morning news, you bring me down…
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| September morning news, you bring me down…
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| September morning news, you bring me down…
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| September morning news, you bring me down |