I’m turning it over to you, this I can’t do,
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I’m not in control anymore, so take the steering wheel,
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Since you’ve been gone, there’s been no one
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To look at me, at me
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You better remember
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Those days in September
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They satisfied me too
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All at once, they’re through
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Don’t be afraid to be, all alone
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I was that way for all my life
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September
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| Slaves On Dope |
