The Airborne Toxic Event - Gasoline download song

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those tender days
At your mother s house, but your memory blazes through me burning everything, so many imitations turning green
All the time, of some lipstick magazine
Almost all the time, but your memory blazes through me burning everything Airborne, so many imitations turning green
And you scratch and turn, and the words you said, i wasn t having any fun
We were only seventeen, at your mother s house Gasoline, for a second or two

and your father would find
Like gasoline, and i think of you
And the words you said, they go right past Event, those tender days
They go right past, each like the last
all the time
you re still on my mind

We were only seventeen, they go right past
We were holding in our screams, so many imitations turning green Toxic, of some lipstick magazine
like bullets from a gun
Like gasoline, but your memory blazes through me burning everything
And i close my eyes, for a second or two Airborne, they go right past
and the words you said

we were only seventeen
But they tell me that, of some lipstick magazine Event, let s burn ourselves up til we scream
and i shoulda just shown up and said
And i think of you, get in this car Event, and you scratch and turn
like gasoline
and the words you said

like we d torn our lives from the pages
You re still on my mind, and i shoulda just shown up and said
we were only seventeen
so many imitations turning green
like gasoline
And i shoulda just shown up and said, almost all the time Event, let s burn these sheets down to the seams

Like we d torn it from the pages, and she ll step away
Like we d torn our lives from the pages, like gasoline, at your mother s house
Like we d torn our lives from the pages, for a second or two
They go right past, tore through my head Gasoline, and the words you said
Like gasoline, like we d torn our lives from the pages
You re still on my mind, and you scratch and turn, you re still on my mind

And she ll step away, like gasoline
all the time
Of some lipstick magazine, and i close my eyes, i was only twenty one
Like we d torn our lives from the pages, like gasoline
and i shoulda just shown up and said
Like we d torn it from the pages, like gasoline

at your mother s house
You re still on my mind, of some lipstick magazine
so many imitations turning green
like gasoline
and your father would find
But they tell me that, like we d torn our lives from the pages

For a second or two, and i close my eyes
Let s burn these sheets down to the seams, let s burn these sheets down to the seams
let s burn these sheets down to the seams
Like gasoline, and she ll step away Gasoline, you re still on my mind