Текст песни Cries Too Hard

Torch the moon, burn the schools
She wrote in red on her bedroom wall -
"Nothing's pure", the paint runs to the floor

She laughs too easily and cries too hard
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
How can she forgive
When we know well what we do?

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Dry run with a bread knife for a final twist
It wouldn't be for show if it should come to this

She was born to feel it all, to see it all
When I feel so lightly it's still burning brightly
And she won't look away

Torch the moon, burn the schools
Why it's a man making all the rules
Frida Khalo poster on her door