paroles de chanson Burning Herself - Harry Chapin
She
was
crazy
(she
was
beautiful),
I
guess
she
had
to
be.
I
was
angry
(you
were
blind),
Because
I
could
not
see.
I
saw
only
what
her
cigarettes
had
done
to
her
skin.
I
should
have
known
the
outside
world
Would
reveal
what
was
within.
She
was
burning
herself,
And
her
hair
was
filled
with
ashes.
She
was
burning
herself,
And
her
life
becomes
a
flame.
She
was
burning
herself,
And
the
flame
became
her
passion.
She
was
burning
herself,
And
her
passion,
Her
passion
was
her
pain.
She
was
trusting
(you
could
have
saved
her
too),
All
hope
had
passed
for
her.
I
was
lusting
(and
she
gave
to
you),
That's
all
I
asked
for
her.
The
marks
upon
her
body
And
the
marks
upon
her
mind.
I
could
have
erased
them
If
I'd
only
taken
the
time.
I
never
saw
her
do
it,
I
only
saw
the
scars.
I
never
could
imagine
What
would
make
her
go
that
far.
I
wondered,
Was
she
driven
by
desperate
need
to
feel,
To
find
out
she
was
living,
To
discover
life
was
real.
Or
was
it
that
the
pain
Slicing
through
her
like
a
knife
Was
easier
to
take
Than
the
emptiness
of
life?
Had
a
strange
sense
of
drama
Caught
her
in
a
role,
Or
was
she
trying
to
cauterize
The
chancres
on
her
sole?
I
don't
know
I
don't
know
I
don't
know...
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