Harloe - Number Four lyrics

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Ten florrs. One breath. Hello, world.

Nine weeks in bed. "Why our girl?".

Eight lies through eyes hugging skies.

Seven flames. Good-bye.

Six flames. Goodbye.

Five mouths irate. This is fate.

Four friends scream hate. "Sorry" is late.

Three piles point miles. Go with style.

Two flames. Good-bye.

One change. Good-bye.

Hollywood, look what you've done.

When dead to man,

She made wings with the palms of her hands.