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Victory Girls

 

Victory Girls


Violet rings your bell in the evening
And Nell reads every book on your shelf
[?] arises out of the mountain
To send you to sleep (your willows to weep)
Your wheels to whirl (those mothers of pearl)
Those victory girls
Those victory girls

They count your falling stars and measure your pain
And in the lonely hour they make you rain
(Ooh, ahh...)

Fever sleeps on buses to Oldtown
It's walking round the crumbling rooves
Hand to hand they wait in the trenches
From Belgium to France (they slowly advance)
The story unfurls (like ribbons and curls)
Those victory girls
Those victory girls

They count my lucky stars and measure my pain
And in my loneliest hour they make it rain
(Ooh, ahh...
Ooh, ahh...
Ooh, ahh...)

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