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September
September


Background information
Birth name Petra Linnea Paula Marklund
Born September 12, 1984
Origin Stockholm, Sweden
Genre(s) Pop
Dance
House
Years active 2003—present
Label(s) Stockholm Records
Catchy Tunes
Hard2Beat
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September Lyrics

"R.I.P." lyrics


It gets dark and the shiver moves across my skin
There are stars but the cloudy skies won't let them in
I'm gonna write a few words and hope they carry all the way
Back to the start of this girl, when she still had something good to say

Seventeen - and you know exactly what you need
Twenty-two - and they still see something great in you
But no one tells you a word
But the lonely echo in your heart
When it's been filled up with hurt
And your whole world starts to come apart

They rest in peace, won't ever come back
All the stories I was told
I had a dream - it's fading to black
Just like me it's growing old
So rest in peace - there is no come back
I will never have a hold
Now there is screaming from the pitch black
That this world is not a home

Say goodbye, that's the only word you'll ever need
When you try, it gets so much harder to succeed
If I had nothing to lose, I would surely lose it in the end
And you know if I could choose, I would never do it all again

They rest in peace, won't ever come back
All the stories I was told
I had a dream - it's fading to black
Just like me it's growing old
So rest in peace, there is no come back
I will never have a hold
Now there is screaming from the pitch black
That this world is not a home

It's pumping through my system, get the poison out of me
What good is a believer when there's nothing to believe?
So put me in a shuttle, let me spin around the world, show me the star--

They rest in peace won't ever come back
All the stories I was told
I had a dream - it's fading to black
Just like me it's growing old
So rest in peace - there is no come back
(It's pumping through my system, get the poison out of me)
I will never have a hold
(what good is a believer if there's nothing to believe?)
Now there is screaming from the pitch black
(so put me in a shuttle, let me spin around the world - show me the stars)
That this world is not a-- that this world is not a home

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