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• Artiste: Patch William
• Titre: Secret Place
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She has that tired look on her face Like she's been up all night staring at the sea She has a birth mark in a secret place She shows it all to me I met her poor father on a train to Oxford Town He didn't have too much to say Yeah I met him in a rattling carriage He just smiled and looked away She has a silver cigarette case She uses it for a mirror When she's all curled up in her window place The moon is lit and her mind is clear And the low light makes the dust stand still And haze around her head And she leans lightly against the glass And whispers her words so they can never be read She says nothing will last Money can't afford her, it swears inside her purse And people can't believe her, but you know she's not the first And nothing runs deeper Than the river of make-up tears That she almost cried When she heard I had died. There's no shame in love But you're so damn tough. On her bed she once lied She keeps red pens by her bedside She drew a line across her chest And another from her neck down to her legs She made a cross so Jesus would know where he should rest.