| The Sweet Keeper
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| Little Sister Leaving Town
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| As always I stop to speak
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| Some girls like to say their piece
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| As always I turn to you
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| Don’t understand what you’re doing
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| And
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| Light up this town
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| Grow weary and back down
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| It’s such an amazing sight
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| To be found —
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| Little sister leaving town
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| Says the poet «I won’t grass»
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| Some things are better left and not taken to task
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| I guess I knew she was a Rose
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| She knows what hurts and how to hold
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| If your daddy he turned round
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| Let the grass around him scream the sound
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| I’m so sorry for these tales you’re telling
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| Sometimes you can’t account
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| Light up this town
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| Grow weary and back down
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| It’s such an amazing sight
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| To be found —
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| Little sister leaving town
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| And sometimes it’s absurd
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| A minor triumph when you hear the words
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| «I'm just trying to stake my place
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| No real fears upon this face»
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| And my wishes
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| Nobody says
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| All the signs when I cross the days
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| I’m just holding back for you
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| Sometimes that helps too
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| Light up this town
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| Grow weary and back down
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| It’s such an amazing sight
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| To be found —
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| Little sister leaving town |