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Brickell Edie Volcano

I say? What could I say? Victim of a volcano. Burn me down. Burn me down. Melt me to the ground. Well that's what you get for living next to a volcano

: You know that I don't always love you. Like I want to. There may come a day when you wake up. When you wake and find me gone, later on. I'd be surprised

: Sank like a stone into rainwater. That broken home broke my heart. We must be strong when we dont wanna. When darkness falls into your arms. And I

: Must have heard the same song twenty times. Mama sang and put the make up on her eyes. We were getting ready to go. School and the work whistle blow

: Barely old enough to legally drive. She took off in her stepmothers van. A restlessness that blew her over the line. Like the wind inside an aluminum

: Out on the moor he met his lover, in the wet grass up to her knees. And there he swore he loved no other, then he came running home to me. And will

I say? What could I say? Victim of a volcano. Burn me down. Burn me down. Melt me to the ground. Well that's what you get for living next to a volcano

I came a long way for your love. I will not leave. I will not run. They went away, and let me down. They broke me down. When I was young. Those days

Give me something to remember you honey. Hold me close no I dont want your money. Leave a sign along the midnight highway. Shine a light to see that