Lyrics
She dances like a pre-teen circa 1985.
All flayling hips, and flying joints.
She laughs as if she invented joy,
Body shaking, with head thrown back.
Chorus: She's runnig through this life.
Living like her first day,
yet somehow mindfull of her last.
Making love to all she can,
Leaving in her wake, a trail of desire,
A hint of the truth,
and a legion of confusion.
She looks to the sky, with narrow eyes.
No longer searching for answers.
She's running away, with nothing to say.
Lost in sensation, questioning nothing.
Chorus X2
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