September

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[Verse]
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Every suntan tells stories and the shape of the white snitches

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Fat men in tropical climes

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Now you tell me you’ve been fucking king creosote, and that

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I should’ve known for a while


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Watching the starlings as autumn draws in

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As they make ghosts across London fields

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And I would’ve moved out there to be with you

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I would’ve moved out there for real


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Saw I a choir of golden angels wearing matching rucksacks

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As they obscured the view to your train

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And I’m sorry if it seems like I’m rambling here


[Chorus]
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Because I want to see the way the skin splits round his bones

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And the gurgling head in your lap

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And the arms of the crowd as they pull me away

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And the mud and the blood in the grass


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When we scraped our bones together

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We got fire (fire, fire, fire)

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