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All of seventeen Eyes a purple green Treated like a queen She was on borrowed self-esteem She would do her dance A painful masquerade Spinning you into her web Along her vain parade In her uniform Studded brass and steel Kissing napkin lipstick stains And smearing sincerity Along her vain parade Along her veins Time crept up on her She's early gray Her reflection looks concerned And flowers hit her grave |
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| 2. |
| 2:24 |
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Head injury, head injury, head injury
You got a kiss for me, it hits me hard My hands on my head, your words are like arrows My hands on my head, theres permanent damage Head injury, head injury, head injury You got a kiss for me, its sweet and frail You got a fist for me, sure to impale My hand on my head, your words are like arrows My hand on my head, my mind in shambles Head injury |
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| 3. |
| 5:40 |
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Eyes to sun, she lays in peace
Eyes bear complacence Brown, the meadow grows tall to the sun Seasons have come, they have gone Buried in dirt, her torso lays One limb dangles Brown, the meadow grows tall to the sun Seasons have come, they have gone Please take me back to my healing home Please take me back to my toy box Ours not for their own Please take me back to my healing home Please take me back to my toy box Please take me back to my little girl's hand Please take me back to my toy box |
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