| September in Miami marks the time
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| And the place I first laid eyes on you
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| I was there to spend the winter
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| Keeping warm the only way I knew
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| It was way down in the fall before I realized at all
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| It’d be a special place and time
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| September in Miami
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| Is more than just a memory of mine
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| The winter found the beaches filled with pretty girls
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| And lonely boy away from home
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| All the sunshine and laughter could you know
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| They matched the happiness I’d known
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| You went away to somewhere on the day
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| Before Thanksgiving day, but I didn’t cry
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| And the lonely weeks that followed
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| Made me know I’d always love you till I die
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| For days I tried forgetting you
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| And finally wrote you offers just like a passing friend
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| But I woke up this morning
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| And today I started loving you again
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| If this letter ever find you
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| I hope it finds you happy when it finds you
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| I’ll address it somewhere Texas
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| For you talked about some cowboys that you knew
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| September in Miami marks the time
|
| And the place I first laid eyes on you
|
| I was there to spend the winter
|
| Keeping warm the only way I knew
|
| It was way down in the fall before I realized at all
|
| It’d be a special place and time
|
| September in Miami
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| Is more than just a memory of mine
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| (September in Miami
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| Is more than just a memory of mine) |