Penelope Scott – Charlottes Hymn (Guitar)

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So what is it that makes me the fool?

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What does she have that I lack?

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Why is my last name a tease and a wound?

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And my first name is nothing but trash

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Silly for caring, for nesting, for cracking

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My sturdy chest open for you

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Silly bitch making the cringy mistake

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Of doing what good women do

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The hang of my breast, my creases and lines

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The flash of a woman, a mother divine

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The hang of your head, hanged for your crimes

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The rage of a mother, the gruesome divine

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So damn you, so damn you all

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May God strike you down

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May he render you small

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I can't tell you how angry I am

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I'll never forgive that respectable man

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Lo' in the morning, Dolores on paper

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Lolita in my lovely home

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One socked and grumpy, a storm of a girl

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Angry and ready to go

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One half my love, one half my mistakes

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And one half the light of my life

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More than the sum of her infinite parts

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A slice of the gruesome divine

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The hang of my flesh, my creases and lines

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A body, a woman, a mother divine

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The hang of your head, hanged for your crimes

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The rage of a woman, the gruesome divine

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God damn you, god damn you all

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May he strike you down

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May he make you so small

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And I cannot tell you, how fucking angry I am

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I'll never forgive the respectable man

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What is a woman, what is a girl?

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What is a person at all?

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Precious and sacred and terror and mess

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A storm in a jar at the mall

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Tell her you love her and tell her you hate her

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But I don't think you've ever met

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Networks of bugs who conspire to exploit

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The prize of my love and my sweat

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The look in my eyes, my creases and lines

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The flash of a woman, a mother divine

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The hang of your head, hanged for your crimes

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The rage of a mother, the gruesome divine

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God damn you, God help us all

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May he strike you down

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May he render you small

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I cannot tell you how fucking angry I am

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I'll never forgive,   I don't think that I can

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Starved in your soul and so arrogant still

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that you've never known peace

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And you never will

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Failing and flailing

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With your head in the sand

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And still so content     to decide what I am