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Torch The Moon
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 (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 (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
(Born) to see it all
And when I feel so lightly
It's still burning brightly
And she won't look away
(ooh, ooh, oh)
She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard (ooh, ooh, oh)
She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard
Torch the moon
Burn the schools.
Why's it a man?
Making all the rules?
Frida Khalo poster on her door
She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard (Cries too hard)
Shouldn't drink alone
The colours run
How can she forgive?
When we know well what we do.
And 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
(Aaah, oooh, aaah)
(She won't look away)
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)
She won't look away
(She won't look away)
(Aaah, oooh, aaah)
She won't look away
(She won't look away)
And she won't look away
It's still burning brightly
And when I feel so lightly
When we know well what we do.
How can she forgive?
The colours run
Shouldn't drink alone
Cries too hard (Cries too hard)
She laughs too easily and
Frida Khalo poster on her door
Making all the rules?
Why's it a man?
Burn the schools.
Torch the moon
Cries too hard
She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard (ooh, ooh, oh)
She laughs too easily and
(ooh, ooh, oh)
And she won't look away
It's still burning brightly
And when I feel so lightly
(Born) to see it all
She was born to feel it all
When we know well what we do.
How can she forgive?
The colours run
Shouldn't drink alone
Cries too hard (Cries too hard)
She laughs too easily and
If it should come to this
It wouldn't be for show
For a final twist
Dry run with a bread knife
On her wrist
Feather scratches
When we know well what we do.
How can she forgive?
The colours run.
Shouldn't drink alone
Cries too hard (Cries too hard)
She laughs too easily and
The paint runs to the floor.
Nothing's pure
On her bedroom wall
She wrote in red
Burn the schools.
Torch the moon,
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