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Cries Too Hard
Torch the moon, burn the schools
She wrote in red on her bedroom wall -
"Nothing's pure", the paint runs to the floor
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
How can she forgive
When we know well what we do?
Feather scratches on her wrist
Dry run with a bread knife for a final twist
It wouldn't be for show if it should come to this
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
How can she forgive
When we know well what we do?
She was born to feel it all, to see it all
When I feel so lightly it's still burning brightly
And she won't look away
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
Torch the moon, burn the schools
Why it's a man making all the rules
Frida Khalo poster on her door
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
How can she forgive
When we know well what we do?
When I feel so lightly it's still burning brightly
And she won't look away
She won't look away
She won't look away
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She won't look away
She won't look away
And she won't look away
When I feel so lightly it's still burning brightly
When we know well what we do?
How can she forgive
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
Frida Khalo poster on her door
Why it's a man making all the rules
Torch the moon, burn the schools
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
And she won't look away
When I feel so lightly it's still burning brightly
She was born to feel it all, to see it all
When we know well what we do?
How can she forgive
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
It wouldn't be for show if it should come to this
Dry run with a bread knife for a final twist
Feather scratches on her wrist
When we know well what we do?
How can she forgive
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
"Nothing's pure", the paint runs to the floor
She wrote in red on her bedroom wall -
Torch the moon, burn the schools
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