I am a girl with a forgettable face
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No matter my colour, no matter my name
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At work there is a boy and he treats me well
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My old friends from high school,
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I see them around
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August is here I can't believe how fast
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Soon there will be winter and snow on the ground
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Maybe by then I could get my own place
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Closer to the city if that's ok
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But Mamma, can you hear me?
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As I dragged on my day's last cigarette
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He pulled me so hard off my
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Very own back door steps
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And he laid me in his garden
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All the years i've watched him tend
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And then he took me, Mamma
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So I could never tell you about it
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Inside of this moment there are
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Things I wish I could know
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Like my ring size, your ring size,
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And the hour I was born
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My dad's middle name, your favourite song
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Was your darkest day as dark as this one?
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Mamma, can you hear me?
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As I dragged on my day's last cigarette
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He pulled me so hard off my
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Very own back door steps
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And he laid me in his garden
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All the years i've watched him tend
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He took me, Mamma
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So I could never tell you about it
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Now I'm a girl who's face they'll never forget
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Alicia Ross
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| Kathleen Edwards |
