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Paroles: Erin Mccarley. Love.

Little girls don't know how to be sweet girls.
Mama didn't teach me.
Little boys don't know how to treat little girls.
Daddy didn't show me.

Face down, on top of your bed,
Oh why did I give it up to you?
Is this how I shoot myself up high,
Just high enough to get through?

Again, the false affection,
Again we break down inside.
Love save the empty.
Love save the empty, save me.

Sad boy, you stare up at the sky,
when no one's looking back at you.
You wear your every last disguise,
You're flying and then you fall through.

Again, the false attention,
Again you're breaking inside.
Love save the empty.
Love the save the empty, save me.
Love save the empty.
Love save the empty.

Stars feel like knives,
they tell us why we're fighting.
Storm, wait outside.
Oh, love, hold us together.
McCarley, Erin