Tracy

by Distorted Faces   Dec 7, 2006


Tracy's brushing her hair
getting ready to go somewhere
little does she know
Just where shes about to go

It's turning dawn and she's getting ready
Hold on tight, it it doesn't end steady
oh no
Tracy doesn't get
Just what's about to hit her
oh no

She's trying her best
she seems kind of crazy
Didn't look this way
not when she was a baby
She doesn't believe in heaven
but she must be godsend
She's my falling angel

She's got this smile
it creeps up wide
like shes got a secret to hide
she pushes the pedal
but it's too late

She didn't know what hit her
she doesn't know what hit her

She's trying her best
she seems kind of crazy
Didn't look this way
not when she was a baby
She doesn't believe in heaven
but she must be godsend
She's my falling angel

I'm standing outside
I've been crying
There's no use I know you're lying
I want to go in
Why's this got to be the end

I couldn't wait to see her
This day was going to be so great
I wont get to see her
Not at this rate
But at least she's my falling angel

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