Convinced that it was not to be,
gone were the hopes of he and she.
Not once but twice the lost of chance,
twirling around in their twisted dance.
Now let down by his lack of action
and dejected by her inaffection,
A final message to her he sends:
Wake me up when September ends.
gone were the hopes of he and she.
Not once but twice the lost of chance,
twirling around in their twisted dance.
Now let down by his lack of action
and dejected by her inaffection,
A final message to her he sends:
Wake me up when September ends.
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