terça-feira, 1 de setembro de 2015

Welcome!


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



Natalie Imbruglia, Come September



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