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Lyrics:
Wake on a dead September morning
Dreams of the girl with the country blonde hair
sleeping right there in the cool Brooklyn air
Fade as I'm running late waiting
subway's delayed and the obvious thoughts
as I cross between sidewalks they all make me stop

With hidden sadness and misplaced love
We ran the course like track stars
And it was a sprint now we catch our breath
So we race apart in our getaway cars and we
Keep on looking back with our
Tears stuck in eye lashes

And I've got my bottle of red whiskey and my guitar
And you've got your soco and your colors and the weight of your world is
Fresh like a hand picked autumn apple crisp the bite like in-
Somniac nights while the celsius lights from the temperature sign
Won't stop from creeping inside
Why does everything hit at the same time?
Why does everything hit

With hidden sadness and misplaced love
We played the show like rock stars
Now the curtain's called now we catch our breath
So we race apart in our getaway cars and we
Keep on looking back with our
Tears stuck in eye lashes

Wake on a dead September morning
Dreams of the girl with the country blonde hair
sleeping right there in the cool Brooklyn air

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