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| Burning Herself She was crazy She was beautiful I guess she had to be And I was angry I was blind Because I could not see Except for what her cigarettes had done to her skin I should have known the outside 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 passon was her pain She was trusting You could've 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 taken 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 wondered Was she driven by a desperate need to feel To find out she was really living To discover that her life was real Or was it that the pain Slicing through her like a knife Was easier to take Than the emptiness of life Had a strange sense of drama Caught her inside a role Or was she trying to cauterize The chancres on her soul I don't know I don't know I don't know Her passion was her pain If you have more Harry Chapin lyrics you would like to add, please email me and I'll post them. |
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