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