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Lyrics
a band that holds her happy hair
skin is marred by a lack of care
raised in a house with her father's gin
she was born old, told she'd never win
so over-dress, so plain
despite the summer's heat
the girl could turn a sneeze
into a minor defeat
a stranger's pass, a shameful glance
it's in her head
her body won't believe a word
her brain has said
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hey alice
e. crump
...alice?
no children she, she wanted three
it meant so much
no blushing bride for her to feel
a gentleman's touch
in dreams she'd see, her beauty be
a fantasy served?
but come the light, a loss of might
her lack of nerve
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in evening dark, her perfumed wrist
in front of the tube
through time she waits
her days are long, at thirty-two
to change her life as channels turn
a foolish dream
in god she trusts, she knows she must
to fill her need
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