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Clap for Crimson


She walks the streets 

looking at the stars 

ohh how it makes her so upset 

it's going to be a lot of customers she thought 

she. puts her lipstick and heels on

covering the scared under her arms 

 

She's gotta be perfect 

for this messed up circus 

before she walks on stage

she sniffs her cocaine 

shining that depressing smile 

got her pimp on speed dial 

 

As she twins and glides

movin to side to side 

hearing the lustrous applause 

they all love

Crimson 

Crimson 

Crimson

poor ole

Crimson 

Crimson

Crimson

 

Her parents wonder where she's been

defining her as a deadly sin 

she can't go back 

she's only 16

the kids these days are really mean 

 

She can't deal with it 

so she lives in her imagination 

dreaming nonstop 

 

So as she moves so softly 

her power so godly 

she knows this is her life now

she's all washed up

her mind all fucked up

she's so far gone 

it's been so long 

since she felt love

 

Poor ole Crimson

Poor ole Crimson

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