Marina Alexis Lace - September 22 Lyrics

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I must be out of luck
Looks like you got bored of me
It hit me like a truck
Why are you talking to me
I guess this ship has sunk
To the bottom of the sea
So may as well get drunk
Gimme a shot of whiskey

You can say what you want
You can even try to break me
You can hate all I am
It doesn't matter to me
Nothing you can do will ever be a match for my
September 22

My patience's wearing thin
I must be high on sugar
So gimme insulin
Or else I'll make you suffer
Always been the black sheep
Maybe you think you're better
I'd rather be asleep
It doesn't really matter

You can say what you want
You can even try to break me
You can hate all I am
It doesn't matter to me
Nothing you can do will ever be a match for my
September 22