Seventeen years and one day old
always did as her parents told
fate sure has a funny game it plays
she met him and she said it was a phase
Hotel room and a crooked spoon
a flower pruned before it could bloom
most likely to succeed in junior year
now she hits the slopes on powdered mirrors
Hugging the sun just to feel that warmth that was once so surreal and
hugging the sun just to feel anything at all
Twenty-three and she's lost at sea
a burned out bulb up on the marquee
trying to sprint across the high wire
she fell and now she rests upon a pyre
Hugging the sun just to feel that warmth that was once so surreal and
hugging the sun just to feel anything at all
Hugging the sun just to feel that warmth that was once so surreal and
hugging the sun just to feel anything at all
Goodbye shooting star that burned right through the sky
Maybe see you in another life
Hugging the sun just to feel that warmth that was once so surreal and
hugging the sun just to feel anything at all
Hugging the sun just to feel that warmth that was once so surreal and
hugging the sun just to feel anything at all

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