Her bones will ache Her mouth will shake And as the passion dies Her magic heart will break She'll fly to france 'cause there's no chance No hope for cinderella Come september Her violet sky Will need to cry 'cause if it doesn't rain Then everything will die She needs to heal She needs to feel Something more than tender Come september
Everything wrong Gonna be all right Come september
The souls that burn Will twist and turn and Find you in the dark No matter where you run But lost her spark And what she's pushing for She can't remember
Everything wrong Gonna be all right Come september
Her eyes surrender Her cry a crying shame Coming undone Is she ever gonna Feel the same She will run She's gona drink the sun Shining just for you Instead of everyone And so it goes She'll stand alone And try no to remember Come september
Everything wrong Gonna be all right Come september She's made her mark
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