

Yellow HandsYellow Hands By Meela DudleyYellow Hands
She sits, her ankles cross, as well as her facial expression Mothers told her she cant go to church today
The sheer of her pastel pleated dress barely reaches the brim of her knees The lip of an heirloom sunhat shades her face Scowling at the loss of a principle social affair
Where married men would browse And touch with tactful glances,
Praying for one night And a miss who didnt care to know the difference between longing and love Inadvertently, she too will fail to recognize what reason is
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New York
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MUSIC IS LIFE.
who doesn't know that?
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Judge all you want -- you'll never change me.
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Stu
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tus
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I looked out on the big field
it opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
their plans trampling the snow the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away
-Rancid, Junkie Man
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I looked out on the big field
it opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
their plans trampling the snow the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away
-Rancid, Junkie Man
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life is not measured by the amount of breaths you take but by the moments that take your breath away
~*~iccle fairy~*~
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I looked out on the big field
it opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
their plans trampling the snow the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away
-Rancid, Junkie Man
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