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Alice Peacock
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Alabama Boy (Live)
You look kinda like Jesus In those Italian paintings You seem so familiar, maybe that's why You're accustomed to sorrow
It's part of your make-up You speak the language of hunger So do I, where was your God? Where was your mother?
Where is the honor in hurting a child? Your blood on his hands A voice like thunder You won't give him the pleasure of seeing you cry
Alabama boy inside a man Living your life the best that you can With a childhood full of not enough You could've chose hate but you chose love
When you're in the room It's there on your face Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So clear to me that you're walking in Grace I'm always amazed at the things that you do
You illuminate me And those around you And I don't even know you But I've know you forever
We were forged by some holy fire Far away eyes Filled with sadness and joy Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy
There's a raft on the river It's sacred water Sparkling beneath a southern sky Little Boy Blue
Part Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer Floating away with a dream in your eye
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