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作词 : samanea |
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作曲 : samanea |
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Before I jump right to winter, I walk into fall |
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September breeze on the streets is my favorite stroke |
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Summer tides tend to be calm |
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Mothers bring their kids back home |
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You take down pink cheeks, pretty faces, come back from shows |
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recall old trophies, suspended races, just like the olds |
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Behave as good as the gold |
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Never know something starts to froze |
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September ninth |
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After scrutinized his face outside, |
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you and I, lying head to head, whispering all night |
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You said that boys are changing, love is boring, then we laughed |
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September ninth |
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Cold bitting rain，weary Friday |
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It was late when I saw you were strolling abreast |
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Maples turned red，your love is red |
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I see that |
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Feasible but changeable, glorious smile just for show |
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Like September leaves above, fall off into dirt after all |
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I wrote down stories never end, the fact is stories never happened |
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Fame or wealth satisfying lessons, tell me what is more important |
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I’m the one with all the nicest all the worst things |
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you are the one pick up all the best and throw out the rest |
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So what’s the reason, I treat you like my best friend |
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September ninth，I walk into fall all alone |
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The breeze on the streets is still my favorite stroke |
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Summer tides tend to be calm |
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Mothers bring their kids back home |
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You take down pink cheeks, pretty faces |
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recall old trophies, suspended races |
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I pile up our photos |
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That were hung on my wall |
