Words and music by Roddy Frame
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What do you mean by beauty lain
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I hope you know the consequences
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'Cos beauty wounds will make us strong
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With truth we'll test our old defenses
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And all my friends will make amends
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They're green and grey and gold and groovy
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And reconciled they'll shake and smile
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Smile at me as though they knew me
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And judge this world through jaundiced eyes
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They're sold too soon and none too wise
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Their big blue God is in the sky
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Orchid Girl don't spend your money
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They asked me what the meek would get
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Pictured me afraid to answer
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I told them that when thought's entombed
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Then love will show it's root in Cancer
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The sweet disorder in your eye
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Has drawn me here through graves and gardens
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I'm going in you're going in here are your smokes
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Your jokes you're getting soaked I'm angry and my
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Fists are pocketed
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We'll judge this world through jaundiced eyes
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We're sold too soon and none too wise
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The big blue God is in the sky
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He takes the blame and never cries
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But Orchid Girl you'd make my day
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You'd blow their cloud of crap away
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If you would just refuse to pay
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Orchid Girl you'd make my day
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Orchid Girl
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Aztec Camera |