17

Travel like the smoke
Of borrowed cigarettes
Ascending with the hope
That perhaps death is not the end

You could not conceive
What it really means
To be seventeen
And complete, completely free, oh darling
Be seventeen
And complete, completely free, na ah

Roaming with the ghosts
Communing with the kings
Are the things I miss the most
But perhaps the end might a breeze

You could not conceive, oh
What it really means
To be seventeen
And complete, completely free, oh darling
Be seventeen
And complete, completely free, oh

Maybe you'll see the dark
Hanging from the gallows
And you're feeling torn apart
By some desperate shadow

To be seventeen
And complete, completely free, oh darling
Be seventeen
And complete, completely free, oh ah



Credits
Writer(s): Neil Harper, Gareth Jenkins, Adam David Lewis, Lewis Adam
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