You won't find her in the bedroom.
You won't find her in the bath.
You'll find her hiding behind walls you never knew she had.
You won't find her in the street.
You won't find her cutting her feet.
You'll find her alone and sad.
No, no, no, no...
You won't find her when she's gone.
No, no, no, no...
You won't find her with that moron.
You'll find her, singing softly, her own song.
You won't find her in the kitchen.
You won't find her in the yard.
You'll find her when she's walking down boulevard.
You won't find her at home.
You won't find her not alone.
You'll find her when she's foregone.
No, no, no, no....
You won't find her when she's gone....
No, no, no, no...
You won't find her with that moron.
You'll find her singing softly, her song.
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PoetryThis is a book full of poems, notes, and other sorts of things that help me out! It's... Idunno.weird.
