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Her bones will ache
Her mouth will shake
And as the passion dies
Her magic heart will break
Shell fly to france
cause theres no chance
No hope for cinderella
Come september
Her violet sky
Will need to cry
cause if it doesnt 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 shes pushing for
She cant 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
Shes gona drink the sun
Shining just for you
Instead of everyone
And so it goes
Shell stand alone
And try no to remember
Come september

Everything wrong
Gonna be all right
Come september
Shes made her mark