| Well, the sun’s not so hot in the sky today
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| And you know I can see summertime slipping on away
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| A few more geese are gone, a few more leaves turning red
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| But the grass is as soft as a feather in a featherbed
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| So I’ll be king and you’ll be queen
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| Our kingdom’s gonna be this little patch of green
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| Won’t you lie down here right now
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| In this September grass
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| Won’t you lie down with me now
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| September grass
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| Oh the memory is like the sweetest pain
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| Yeah, I kissed the girl at a football game
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| I can still smell the sweat and the grass stains
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| We walked home together. |
| I was never the same.
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| But that was a long time ago
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| And where is she now? |
| I don’t know
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| Won’t you lie down here right now
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| In this September grass
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| Won’t you lie down with me now
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| September grass
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| Oh, September grass is the sweetest kind
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| It goes down easy like apple wine
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| Hope you don’t mind if I pour you some
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| Made that much sweeter by the winter to come
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| Do you see those ants dancing on a blade of grass?
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| Do you know what I know? |
| That’s you and me, baby
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| We’re so small and the world’s so vast
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| We found each other down in the grass
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| Won’t you lie down with me right here
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| September grass
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| Won’t you lie down with me now
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| In this September grass
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| Lie down |