Laura lays on the foot of the bed
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Mimics a noose with a telephone cord
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Doctor's on the phone
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Then she hangs up and says
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"I ain't never gonna see the winter again"
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And I don't know how, but she smiles
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September, September
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September, September
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They carved your name into the stone and then
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they put it in the ground,
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I run my fingers through the grooves
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When no one's around
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Drink till I am sick and
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Then I talk to myself in the dog days of the summer
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Then I feel you coming but I don't know how
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September, September
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September, September
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September
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| Ryan Adams |
