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sweet lorraine the fiery haired brown eyed schemerwho came from a long line of drinkers and dreamerswho knew that sunshine don't hold up to darkwhose businesses failwho sleeps in the parklorraine who spoke of paintings in Parisand outlandish things to her family just to scare uswhose heart went pokin' where it shouldn't havewhose mother could only spit at the thoughtlorraine, sweet lorraineher father would tear out like a poge of the biblethen he'd burn down the house to announce his arrivalher mother was working and never was homelorraine carved out a little life of her ownlorraine started working, lorraine went to schoolher mother threw stones at her on the day that she movednow isn't that a very strange thing to dofor someone who never really wanted youlorraine, sweet lorraineher daddy callled her a slut and a whoreon the night before her wedding daythe very next morning at the churchher daddy gave lorraine swaylorraine, sweet lorrainein the battle of time in the battle of willit's only your hope and your heart that gets killedand it gets harder and harder lorraine, to believe in magicwhen what came before you is so very tragiclorraine, sweet lorrainelorraine, sweet lorraine
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