| Well, I was born in the heart of a hurricane season
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| In the house where my mama was raised
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| That old September wind feels just like a long lost friend
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| And I
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| I wanna run through those cottonwood trees
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| Fall asleep in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves
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| And in every wind that blows, there’s a song of letting go
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| It’s not goodbye, it’s hello
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| Ooh
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| When we met underneath the blue skies of summer
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| And those summer skies turned into fall
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| That sweet September wind made us so much more than friends
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| One night
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| And we ran through those cottonwood trees
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| We made love in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves
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| And in every wind that blows, there’s an innocence that knows
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| It’s not goodbye, it’s hello
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| In the moment that one thing ends (Moment that one thing ends)
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| Is the same time that one begins (Same time that one begins)
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| And return as we must
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| We are ashes to dust, Amen
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| When the days of my youth have all faded
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| And the memories are all that remain
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| Let that old September wind take me back to where I’ve been
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| So I
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| I can run through those cottonwood trees
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| And remember the smell of those fresh fallen leaves
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| Now in every wind that blows, there’s a part of me that knows
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| It’s not goodbye, it’s hello |