Well, it's a long, long time
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From May to December
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But the days grow short,
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When you reach September.
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And the autumn weather
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Turns the leaves to flame
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And I haven't got time
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For the waiting game.
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And the days dwindle down
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To a precious few . . .
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September, November . . .
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And these few precious days
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I spend with you.
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These precious days
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I spend with you.
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September Song
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| Lindsey Buckingham |
