paroles de chanson Cincinnati Steeples - Will Adam Music
She
was
burning
herself
vacant
Like
a
star,
for
entertainment
Oh
she
lost
the
soul
at
twelve
years
old
And
followed
her
eyes
down
the
rabbit
hole
to
fame
Adopt
the
pose,
the
fallen
rose
She's
part
of
the
fire
and
the
fire
it
grows
It
grows
Her
monument
to
beauty
is
built
too
high
To
get
out
of
her
cushioned
grave
And
learn
to
fly
Her
world,
it
paints
perfection
from
age
to
age
And
the
wind,
it
spreads
the
fire
Through
the
Cincinnati
steeples
As
it
all
comes
crashing
down
From
the
pole
came
Friday's
Daughter
The
Stone
Angel
is
what
they
call
her
Ooh
she
scraped
life
through
without
her
youth
No
legacy
but
the
'Hairdo
Of
The
Year'
The
men
all
jeered
as
little
girls
cheered
She's
part
of
the
fire
and
the
fire
is
near
It's
here
No
turn
of
fame
or
glamour
will
change
one
life
So
stop
wishing
you
had
it
all
You're
doing
fine
Keep
strong
in
your
foundations
And
honour
in
your
eyes
'Cause
the
wind,
it
carries
anything
Through
the
Cincinnati
steeples
So
make
your
choice
- to
what
will
you
bow?
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