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| Screaming like teakettles
But walking like seventeen So set my hair on fire And burn my house When you know it�s too late For sewing red dresses You�ll be circling in shadows So let�s all smile when we dance in tune And don�t forget your makeup Or mask if you� When circling down in red dresses While dancing this tune You�ll be screaming your teakettles With flame in your hair And you�ll walk your walk With future on your back So scream a little longer You�ll be leaving soon And where are you going And nobody knows You�ve been screaming for days now But it�s only singing that grows But when hippies are allergic to metal Or maybe it�s different� With a smile for your tears And a passion for your heart I am leaving one day And you�ll never part. |
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