| It could have been a patch
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| Some say that it was cursed
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| You spent your whole life
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| Trying to wash away the dirt
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| They said that you were nothing
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| With the hands under your skirt
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| So you taught yourself a way
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| With a rag under your shirt
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| Oh Larraine
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| Your daddy loved you wrong
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| While you planted his gun
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| Your mother turned her face
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| Being princess of grace
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| Oh Larraine
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| They left you in the woods
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| To find your way back like a dog
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| You cried in the dark
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| While they drank beers on the lawn
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| Oh Larraine
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| The nightmares wouldn’t stop
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| So you drink them to a haze
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| But when you cut the lines
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| They put you away
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| You had a little girl
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| Who had songs about your pain
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| An episode of grace
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| Now she’s living in L.A.
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| Oh Larraine
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| Oh Larraine
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| Most of them I never knew
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| But that is just as well
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| Even as I cry for you
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| I know they’re all in hell
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| Oh Larraine
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| Don’t you know it was all for you, Larraine
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| Everything I did was for you, Larraine
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| ‘Cause what they did to you they did to me |