Such a good song you shall lay upon us this fine evening. September has just begun, and you know how to say it best. Why should we bear the pain this up and coming season shall stick us with? Thy Magpie shall all rot in hell.
Summer has come and passed,
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
Like my father's come to pass,
Seven years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends.
Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rests,
But never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up when September ends.
From me.
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