Daddy said that he would pick me up at three
Mama made sure that she had given me the third degree
Sometimes you learn that pretty early on in life
It isn't always so nice, no
September always marks the end of Summer
Broken hearts from your future Summer passions
It isn't always so great
You grow up a little too late
Grandma used to worry when the evening would roll around
Sister explained she was just sundowning
Wondering about things that are outside of your control
Ah, you gotta let them things go
September always marks the end of Summer
Broken hearts from your future Summer passions
It isn't always so great
You grow up a little too late
A little too late
A little too late
A little too late
September always marks the end of Summer
Broken hearts from your future Summer passions
It isn't always so great
You grow up a little too late
Lusitanian Ghosts - September Lyrics
Lusitanian Ghosts - September Lyrics
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Daddy said that he would pick me up at three
Mama made sure that she had given me the third degree
Sometimes you learn that pretty early on in life
It isn't always so nice, no
September always marks the end of Summer
Broken hearts from your future Summer passions
It isn't always so great
You grow up a little too late
Grandma used to worry when the evening would roll around
Sister explained she was just sundowning
Wondering about things that are outside of your control
Ah, you gotta let them things go
September always marks the end of Summer
Broken hearts from your future Summer passions
It isn't always so great
You grow up a little too late
A little too late
A little too late
A little too late
September always marks the end of Summer
Broken hearts from your future Summer passions
It isn't always so great
You grow up a little too late
Mama made sure that she had given me the third degree
Sometimes you learn that pretty early on in life
It isn't always so nice, no
September always marks the end of Summer
Broken hearts from your future Summer passions
It isn't always so great
You grow up a little too late
Grandma used to worry when the evening would roll around
Sister explained she was just sundowning
Wondering about things that are outside of your control
Ah, you gotta let them things go
September always marks the end of Summer
Broken hearts from your future Summer passions
It isn't always so great
You grow up a little too late
A little too late
A little too late
A little too late
September always marks the end of Summer
Broken hearts from your future Summer passions
It isn't always so great
You grow up a little too late
Writer: Mikael Lundin, Neil Leitao
Copyright: Lyrics © Lusitanian
Copyright: Lyrics © Lusitanian
Performed By: Lusitanian Ghosts
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Mikael Lundin, Neil Leitao