Hold Me In
Home
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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