Текст песни The Collectors - Lydia Purple

Lydia Purple
Lydia Purple lives in a steeple
Tall by nature, colored by people
Lydia Purple was taken for granted
By people that knew her, who's views were all slanted

Writeing sonets dayly, drinking apple tea
Lydia pretending she is free

Living there lonely, a view from her window
She keeps to herself and peaks through the keyhole
At the end of her first year, her walls were all painted
She wrote to her lover who never existed

Writeing sonets dayly, drinking apple tea
Lydia pretending she is free

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Singing softly she tends her time
Sweet xxxxx, heart of mine
She sings

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By the close of her third year she talked to her mirror
Her questions were cleaver, her answers much clearer
Lydia Purple lives in a steeple
Tall by nature, colored by people

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Lydia Purple lives in a steeple
Tall by nature, colored by people

Lydia Purple lives in a steeple
Tall by nature, colored by people

Lydia Purple lived in a steeple
Tall by nature, colored by people