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Cockeyed Girl on the Hill 2 by SusieQ

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Cockeyed Girl on the Hill 2 by SusieQ  - Indie Rock,both vocals music cover art

Cockeyed Girl on the Hill 2

Indie Rock,both vocals

0:003:45
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(Verse 1)
Another sunrise bleeds, another day is done
She kicked the bucket yesterday, beneath the setting sun
That cockeyed girl, up on that lonely hill
She swallowed down that poison, just to prove her twisted will.
Yeah, she took that strychnine, now she's gone, for good and all
And I hope she found her peace, beyond that final fall.
(Chorus)
Oh, she was my darling, yeah, my crooked little daisy
Knock-kneed and reckless, driving me half crazy.
That cockeyed girl, up on that forgotten hill
She swallowed down that poison, just to prove her twisted will.
And I hope she found her peace, beyond that final fall
'Cause she did the whole damn thing, against my will.
(Verse 2)
Her eyes, they told the story, a chilling, faded hue
I tried to pull her back, but there was nothing I could do.
She just looked up at me, with a whisper and a sigh
Then a smirk, a final breath, and watched her spirit fly.
Then she twitched and smiled, and died again, just for a laugh, it seemed
A ghost in the making, from a long-forgotten dream.
(Verse 3)
She leaned against my shoulder, a final, fading plea
Said she'd meet me on that shoreline, where the golden waters be.
I scoffed it off, a dark joke, just a twisted little game
Never thought she'd really leave, never thought she'd call my name.
'Cause she'd pulled this stunt before, but never with such grace
Leaving just an empty space, where her shadow used to chase.
(Verse 4)
Now she's laid to rest, beneath the weeping willow's shade
I'll grant her last request, a promise I have made.
A patch of bitter onions, planted on her earthen bed
So when I wander past, I'll shed the tears she never shed.
Yeah, those dog-gone things, they sting and burn, they make my senses reel
A pungent, raw reminder, of the pain that I still feel.