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Alice Peacock
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Alabama Boy
Lyricist:Alice Peacock
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's there on your face 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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