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When I was a young man caught in the girls |
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I played me a waiting game |
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If a maid refused me with tossing curls |
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I let the old earth take a couple of whirls |
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And this time came around that she came my way |
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As time came around, she came |
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Oh, it's a long, long time from |
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May to December |
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But the days grow short when you reach |
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SeptemberWhen the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame |
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One hasn't got time for the waiting game |
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Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few |
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September, |
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NovemberAnd these few precious days, |
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I'll spend with you |
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These precious days, |
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I'll spend with you |
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September, |
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NovemberThese few precious days, |
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I'll spend with you |
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These precious days, |
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I'll spend with you |
