歌词
All of seventeen
Eyes a purple green
Treated like a Queen, she was
On borrowed self esteem
♪
She would do a 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
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Time crept up on her
♪
She's an early grey
Her reflection looks concerned
As flowers hit her grave