The other day when we were walking by the graveyard near the house
you asked me if I thought, we would ever die.
And if life and love both fade so predictably,
we've made ourselves a kind of predictable lie.
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown
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