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Amanda Thorpe,
Emmaus High School
myspace.com/amandagthorpe
****Nominated
*Best New Artist,
*Best Female Vocalist
*Best Song

Holly, Holly

By Amanda Thorpe



Kill with your hands but you won’t touch the damage

It’s just different when it happens to you

Slayed by the man who took care of your band

It’s just simple when you have no where else to play



Laws by the government say they were heaven sent

Rules by the book of which I’ve never read

Tales by the wife put her neck to a knife

It was so scary



Holly, Holly

Holly, Holly

Your melancholy

Holly, Holly



Too scared to touch so you won’t touch too much

It’s pathetic when, you’re too scared to open up

Tied down but babies it’s not my fault ladies

Don’t give a damn; we do it only for you



People who steal like me and my daddy

Go back to the hell

To the hell from which we came

Won’t touch the ground

Cause the sand hurts your feet

Just relax a bit

And let the pills get to your head



Holly, Holly

Holly, Holly

Your melancholy

Holly, Holly



Benny took a walk in the rain

So scared by the fights he had seen

When will those people stop yelling at me?

He said, “I am only 13”



Holly, Holly

Holly, Holly

You’re melancholy

Holly, Holly



There’s the fire

There’s the fire