| From the wine glass of love
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| You’re drinkin' up September
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| Don’t it seem like a dream?
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| Well, girl, that’s what it is
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| And when push comes to shove
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| You’ll wake up and remember
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| That the mean scheme of things
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| Has got you on its list
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| Wait a little longer
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| Wait a little longer
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| I went down past the tombs
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| And sat upon the pond side
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| And the green willow trees
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| Were swaying in the breeze
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| When the clouds made some room
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| The sun played on the swan glide
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| And the calm mask of ease
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| Was all that one could see
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| Hey
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| (Hey)
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| Wait a little longer
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| Wait a little longer
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| Wait a little longer till you find
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| There’s something knockin' down your door, baby, (door, baby)
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| Wait a little longer till you find
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| There ain’t nowhere to hide
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| Wait a little longer till there’s
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| Something up an' walkin' 'cross your floor, baby, (floor, baby)
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| Wait a little longer till you find it’s fin’lly got inside
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| Hey
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| Wait a little longer
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| Wait a little longer
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| This clean luxury
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| Of simple separation
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| It can’t last for long
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| It doesn’t toe the line
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| The line touches me
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| From soup to segregation
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| Your old mill stream songs
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| Are playing out of time
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| Yeah…
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| Wait a little longer
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| Wait a little longer
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| Hey, yeah…
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| Said, wait a little longer
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| Wait a little longer |