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• Artiste: Harry Chapin
• Titre: Burning Herself
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She was crazy (She was beautiful) I guess she had to be And I was angry (You were blind) Because I could not see except for what the cigarettes Had done to her skin I should have know the outside world Would reveal what was within But she was burning herself And Her hair was filled with ashes She was burning herself And her life became a flame She was burning herself And the flame became her passion She was burning herself And her passion, her passion was her pain She was trusting (You could have saved her too) All hope had passed for her And I was lusting (And she gave to you) That's all I asked of her The marks upon her body And the marks upon her mind I knew I could have erased them If I'd only took the time But she was burning herself And her hair was filled with ashes She was burning herself And her life became a flame She was burning herself And the flame became her passion She was burning herself And her passion, her passion was her pain. I never saw her do it I only saw the scars I never could imagine What could make her go that far I wonder was she driven By a disparate need to feel To find out was she living To discover life was real Or was it that the pain Slicing trough her like a knife Was easier to handle than the emptiness of life Had a strange sense of drama Caught inside a role OR was she trying to cauterize The changes on her sole I don't know I don't know I don't know Her passion was her pain