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Clare Bowditch
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Hair That Red
Clare Bowditch & the Feeding Set My friend Nick was made up of colored bits That he shot to the stars and left in a trail That was our friend Nick, who grinned like a lunatic And talked like a bird, who knew all the old song words
'He's a smoker, he's a joker, he's a midnight toker' And 'Help me I think I'm falling in love again' A son, a brother, a father and my mother always said 'You've gotta love a man with hair that red'
My friend Nick, a bundle of scattered bits That once in a while he tried to collect The only things left big enough to hold him in Were rivers and dreams Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
He told me he'd love me when we were sixty He's a sun and a spring and a blocked up darling She said, 'You've gotta love a man with hair that red'
Our friend Nick was made of a billion bits And we'll only ever know four or three each But as the song goes, 'Life is but a tapestry Of rich and royal hue'
And you've a cloak fit for a lion King And in case you're still wondering Indeed we loved you man, with hair that red
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