When I was a young man courting the girls
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I played me the waiting game
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If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh,
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I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
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While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls
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And as time came around she came my way
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As time came around she came
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For its a long, long while, from May to December
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And the days grow short, when you reach September
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And I have the lost my tears, and the walking in the little rain
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Hey honey, I haven't gotta time for gaining Waiting Game
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And the days turn to crawl(?grow old?) as they grow few
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September, November
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And these few colden(?golden?) days I'd like to spend 'em with you
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These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
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And the days dwindle down to a precious few
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September, November
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And I'm not quite a quip for the waiting game
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I have a little money, and I have a little pain
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And these few golden days, as the days grow so few
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These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
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These precious golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
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September song, September song
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September song, September song
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September Song
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| Lou Reed |
