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 Five, six, seven, eight!
 
 All the time, awake
 You're still on my mind
 But we were on our own
 Almost all the time
 
 And she'll step away
 For a second or two
 And I close my eyes
 And I think of you
 
 We were only seventeen
 We were holding in our screams
 Like we'd torn it from the pages
 Of some lipstick magazine
 And you scratch and turn
 And say, "let's burn ourselves up 'til we scream"
 Like gasoline
 
 Those tender days
 At your mother's house
 And your father would find
 My hand inside your blouse
 
 But they tell me that
 You're married now
 Oh my dear, I fear
 
I can't understand how
 
 We were only seventeen
 We were holding back our screams
 Like we'd torn our lives from the pages
 Of some girly magazines
 And you scratch and turn
 And say, "let's burn these sheets down to the seams"
 Like gasoline
 
 I was only twenty one
 I wasn't having any fun
 And the words you said
 Tore through my head
 Like bullets from a gun
 And I shoulda just shown up and said,
 "Get in this car, let's run"
 
 And these years have seen
 So many imitations turning green
 Each like the last, they go right past,
 Like credits on a screen
 But your memory blazes through me
 Burning everything
 Like gasoline
 Like gasoline
 Like gasoline 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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