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My mother loved it so she said |
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Sad eyed pearl and drop lips |
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Glancing pierce through writer man |
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Spoke hushed and frailing hips |
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Her old eyes skim in creasing lids |
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A tear falls as she describes |
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Approaching death with a yearning heart |
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With pride and no despise |
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Hot tears flow as she recounts |
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Her favourite worded token |
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Forgive me please for hurting so |
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Don't go away heartbroken no |
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Don't go away heartbroken no |
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Just wise owl tones no velvet lies |
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Crush her velvet call |
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Oh Marlene suffer all the fools |
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Who write you on the wall |
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And hold your tongue about your life |
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Or dead hands will change the plot |
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Will make your loving sound like snakes |
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Like you were never hot |
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Hot tears flow as she recounts |
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Her favourite worded token |
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Forgive me please for hurting so |
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My mother loved it so she said |
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Sad eyed pearl and drop lips yeah |
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Glancing pierce through writer man |
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Spoke hushed and frailing lips yeah |
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Old eyes skim in creasing lids |
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A tear falls as she describes |
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Approaching death with a yearning heart |
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With pride and no despise |
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Hot tears flow as she recounts |
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Her favourite worded token |
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Forgive me please for hurting so (Repeat to improvise) |