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Kingsley Flood
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Hard Times for the Quiet Kind
I was born a spark plug girl, cut from heart and iron
Papa's hands were small and strong, Mama's soft smile wide
But I know all the good girls move so slow
I've been soaking up the TV glow
I've been feeding mirrors, bleeding on tip-toes
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It's hard times for the quiet kind
They tame their tongues and wait in line
While the Cadillac kids pay no mind
I don't want to be the one they leave behind
I cut my teeth neath dead heroes, who live on on my wall
Their voices blown, their elbows thrown, but that's not what I recall
All around, there were preachers with furrowed brows
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Poor pundits paid to stretch their mouths
But the widest eyes are blind when looking around
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Last night I dreamt I was ten feet tall, and I punched right through the roof
Right past Papa's sullen stare, sighing “that's not what we do”
But I wanna hush that quiet and I
And I wanna shout it out loud and I
wanna climb these walls before they climb all over me
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