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Sweet Lorraine the fiery haired brown eyed schemer |
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Who came from a long line of drinkers and dreamers |
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Who knew that sunshine don't hold up to dark |
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Whose businesses fail, who sleep in the park |
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Lorraine who spoke of paintings in |
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ParisAnd outlandish things to her family just to scare us |
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Whose heart went pokin' where it shouldn't ought |
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Whose mother could only spit at the thought of |
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Lorraine, sweet |
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LorraineHer father would tear out like a page of the |
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BibleThen he'd burn down the house to announce his arrival |
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Her mother was working and never was home |
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Lorraine carved out a little life of her own |
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Lorraine started working, |
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Lorraine went to school |
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Her mother threw stones at her on the day that she moved |
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Now isn't that a very strange thing to do |
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For someone who never really wanted you |
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Lorraine, sweet |
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LorraineHer daddy called her a slut and a whore |
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On the night before her wedding day |
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Very next morning at the church |
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Her daddy gave |
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Lorraine away, |
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Lorraine away |
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Lorraine, sweet |
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LorraineIn the battle of time in the battle of will |
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It's only hope and your heart that gets killed |
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And it gets harder and harder |
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Lorraine, to believe in magic |
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When what came before you is so very tragic |
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Lorraine, sweet |
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LorraineSweet |
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LorraineSweet |
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LorraineSweet |
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LorraineSweet |
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Lorraine |
