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It could have been a patchSome say that it was cursedYou spent your whole lifeTrying to wash away the dirtThey said that you were nothingWith the hands under your skirtSo you taught yourself a wayWith a rag under your shirtOh LarraineYour daddy loved you wrongWhile you planted his gunYour mother turned her faceBeing princess of graceThey left you in the woodsTo find your way back like a dogYou cried in the darkWhile they drank beers on the lawnThe nightmares wouldn't stopSo you drink them to a hazeBut when you cut the linesThey put you awayYou had a little girlWho had songs about your painAn episode of graceNow she's living in L.A.Most of them I never knewBut that is just as wellEven as I cry for youI know they're all in hellDon't you know it was all for you, LarraineEverything I did was for you, Larraine‘Cause what they did to you they did to me