They hold you like a baby, / your body so weak. /
They lay you on a white bed, / almost dead at nineteen, /
Like four paper dolls / all heavy with sleep. /
And with your blonde hair / all over my dress, /
Your heart had stopped beating, / your head on my chest, /
And I told you for the last time / that I loved you best. /
And with your blonde hair / all over my dress.
Like four paper-dolls / all heavy with sleep, / They hold you like a baby, / your body so weak. / They lay you on a white bed, / almost dead at nineteen, / Like four paper dolls / all heavy with sleep. / And with your blonde hair / all over my dress, / Your heart had stopped beating, / your head on my chest, / And I told you for the last time / that I loved you best. / And with your blonde hair / all over my dress. Explain Request ×
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