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• Artiste: Catie Curtis
• Titre: Larry
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"No one comes down our road so now would they know if we had a saint in here?" My mother said "well they could just tell" but I would not stop there I said "Larry, he could be one he just sits out front he has time to pray" My mother said "No I don't think so" but I believed anyway 'Cause I thought that he looked like Jessu Savior of our neighborhood If everyone could just see us They'd know he was misunderstood No one who lives in this town could get past the sound of Larry on Sundays That's when he talks to himself and hears the angels He says that they say "Larry, you are the one Our chosen son We're talking to you" My mother said "Please don't be deceived" But I said "it could be true" 'Cause I thought that he looked like Jessu Not that I thought he was When he shot at one of our neighbors And went away in handcuffs No one came down our road 'til Larry came home 'til Larry made bail Then he had the crews from all the t.v. news and he had hate mail And Larry stopped sitting out stopped talking about the voices he knew My motehr saud "shame how he's so afraid now even of you" And I thought that he looked like Jesus Like maybe he could still make us well But he looked out and saw the strangers And turned the gun on himself Ho sanna hey sanna ho sanna hey Sanna ho sanna hey