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Teksty: Neil Diamond. September Morn. That Kind.

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She was only seventeen
And was every young boys dream
The blue-eyed beauty queen of the day
Broke some hearts, including mine
But everyone knew
She was just that kind

Seems like all her dreams were spent
On the boys that came and went
But the promises
Were all they left behind
She was good, and she was mine
But everyone knew
She was just that kind

Hey they say:
"We're gonna take her out to Hollywood.
Gonna make her like a movie star
Maybe put her in a picture show"

Took her chance
She paid her dime
And maybe I loved her
'Cause she was that kind

She was gone by twenty-one
When most lives have just begun
There was so much left undone
Along the way

She took her chance
She paid her dime
Oh you gotta be strong
To be that kind

Yeah they said:
"We're gonna take her out to Hollywood.
Gonna make you like a movie star
We gonna put you in a picture show"

Wasted life
Waste of time
But I couldn't of loved her
If she wasn't that kind
No I couldn't of loved her
If she wasn't that kind