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She's over there ( You mean Tilly ?) shut up she's looking over, shit she's coming over. Hi

Wild child of the broken streets
flash mob where the false smiles meet
punk rock for the paupers,
disappointments only daughter.
The rain tasted of your name,
swept away with a different strange.

She separates her mind
from what you believe,
to dance away the day
with thoughts like thieves.

Headwind of the hurricane,
night riding the slow train,
I saw you in a summer dress
big boots and a frozen mess.
dyed hair and catholic shame
another cut and gone again.

She separates her mind
from what you believe,
to dance away the day
with thoughts like thieves.

Died young of a backbone,
displaced from a bitch queen's throne.
Mother wept for all the tattoos
Purple Hearts remind me of you,
pulling out the record from an album sleeve
a young 33 played on the wrong speed.

She never lost her mind
as they like to believe,
she just danced away the day
with thoughts like thieves.
Razzerleaf
Written by Razzerleaf
Published
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Tilly, like no other
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