Laura lays on the foot of the bed

Mimics a noose with a telephone cord

Doctor''s on the phone



Then she hangs up and says

~I ain''t never gonna see the winter again~

And I don''t know how, but she smiles

September, September

September, September



They carved your name into the stone and then

they put it in the ground,

I run my fingers through the grooves

When no one''s around

Drink till I am sick and

Then I talk to myself in the dog days of the summer

Then I feel you coming but I don''t know how

September, September

September, September





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