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Lyrics for 'Widows By The Radio' by 'Perry Blake'
Drink To Our Demolished Home
Wher Loss Resides Alone
Like A Widow By The Radio
Child, Childhood Is A Place
Where Sorrow Comes Of Age
A Widow By The Radio
Try To Understand
I Couldn't Hold Your Hand
I Couldn't Even Hold A Gun
Surely We Could Find
A Reason Or A Sign
That Everything's Not Gone For Good
Autumn Whispers Through The Trees
Cheap Things To Her And Me
But Patience Wears A Uniform
Nature Take Care Of Your Sons
I Think They Have Become
The Darlings Of The Universe
Try To Understand
I Couldn't Hold Your Hand
I Couldn't Even Hold A Gun
Surely We Could Hide
A Reason Or A Sigh
That Everything Is Gone For Good.
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