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Screams From The Past歌词
The Airborne Toxic Event - Gasoline 卜超 制作 Five, six, seven, eight! All the time, awake You're still on my mind But we were on our own Almost all the time And she'll step away For a second or two And I close my eyes And I think of you We were only seventeen We were holding in our screams Like we'd torn it from the pages Of some lipstick magazine And you scratch and turn And say, "let's burn ourselves up 'til we scream" Like gasoline Those tender days At your mother's house And your father would find My hand inside your blouse But they tell me that You're married now Oh my dear, I fear I can't understand how We were only seventeen We were holding back our screams Like we'd torn our lives from the pages Of some girly magazines