| September skies
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| The lights are coming on in summer hill
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| The railway road, the flower mill
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| Walk along familiar streets
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| To put you back together
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| Piece by piece
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| All the dolls, the whisky opened
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| No prescriptions for the hopeless
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| Walk along familiar streets
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| The world goes on too easily
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| September skies
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| Get me alright
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| Dry your eyes
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| Dry your eyes
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| September skies
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| People say someday you’ll get her
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| When is someday gonna get ya?
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| You are my melancholic friend
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| I’ll see you through this to the end
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| A doors that slam down to the years
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| As tears become your souvenirs
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| Cannot call back yesterday
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| A smoke of memory blew away
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| It’ll be alright
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| Dry your eyes
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| It’ll be alright
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| September skies
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| Dry your eyes
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| It’ll be alright
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| You are my melancholic friend
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| And I’ll see you through this to the end
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| All the dolls and whisky opened
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| A smoke of memory blew away
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| No prescriptions for the hopeless
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| We’re looking to September skies
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| The lights are coming on in summer hill
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| The railway road, the flower mill
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| The world goes on but you’re not in it
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| You are my melancholic friend
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| I’ll see you through this to the end
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| I cannot call back yesterday
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| I’ll be seeing familiar streets
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| Get you back together piece by piece
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| Cannot call back yesterday
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| It blew away
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| It blew away |