| You’re such a broken record,
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| you skip you’re stuff,
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| hung up on the past.
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| As if it ever happened,
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| as if it ever came close to happening,
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| wish it happened.
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| What make you think you’re special (special)?
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| September’s dead and gone.
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| Right here, right now.
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| This place you’ve found,
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| Jumbled, backward,
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| can’t remember what you never heard.
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| Wake up, dig in.
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| Oh it makes no difference,
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| what might have been.
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| Oh, call it what you want to,
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| you spent your time,
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| you ain’t foolin' anyone.
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| You made it all about you,
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| the you, you could never quite become.
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| What make you think you’re special (special)?
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| September’s dead and gone.
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| Right here, right now.
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| This place you’ve found,
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| Jumbled, backward,
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| can’t remember what you never heard.
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| Wake up, dig in.
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| Oh it makes no difference,
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| what might have been.
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| (Bridge)
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| It’s useless, hopeless, reckless.
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| September’s dead and gone.
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| Right here, right now
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| This place you’ve found.
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| Jumbled, backward.
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| You can’t remember what you’ve never heard.
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| Wake up, dig in.
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| Oh it makes no difference what might have been. |
| x2
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| You’re such a broken record. |