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| 4:46 | ||||
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear skinned smiles Who married young and then retired The valentines I never knew The Friday night charades of youth Were spent on one more beautiful At seventeen I learned the truth And those of us with ravaged faces Lacking in the social graces Desperately remained at home Inventing lovers on the phone Who called to say, "come dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities It isn't all it seems at seventeen A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs Whose name I never could pronounce said Pity, please, the ones who serve They only get what they deserve The rich-relationed home-town queen Marries into what she needs With a guarantee of company and haven for the elderly Remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain In debentures of quality And dubious integrity Their small town eyes will gape at you in Dull surprise when payment due Exceeds accounts received at seventeen To those of us who knew the pain Of valentines that never came And those whose names were never called When choosing sides for basketball It was long ago and far away The world was younger than today And dreams were all they gave for free To ugly duckling girls like me We all play the game and when we dare To cheat ourselves at solitaire Inventing lovers on the phone Repenting other lives unknown That call and say, "come dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me, at seventeen |
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2. |
| 4:53 | ||||
3. |
| 4:49 | ||||
4. |
| 5:01 | ||||
I fell asleep down by the stream And there i had the strangest dream Down by brennan's glenn there grows A briar and a rose There's a tree in the forest But i don't know where I built a nest out of your hair And climbing up into the air A briar and a rose I don't know how long it has been But i was born in brennan's glenn And near the end of spring there grows A briar and a rose I picked the rose one early morn I pricked my finger on a thorn They'd grown so close Their winding wove The briar around the rose I tried to tear them both apart I felt a bullet in my heart All dressed up in spring's new clothes The briar and the rose And when i'm buried in my grave Tell me so i will know Your tears will fall To make love grow The briar and the rose And when i'm buried in my grave Tell me so i will know Your tears will fall To make them grow The briar and the rose Your tears will fall To make them grow The briar and the rose |
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5. |
| 2:50 | ||||
6. |
| 5:35 | ||||
7. |
| 3:13 | ||||
8. |
| 3:42 | ||||
9. |
| 4:10 | ||||
10. |
| 4:07 | ||||
11. |
| 6:33 | ||||
12. |
| 3:38 | ||||
13. |
| 3:19 | ||||
14. |
| 4:45 | ||||
15. |
| 4:41 | ||||
16. |
| 5:00 | ||||
17. |
| 4:07 | ||||