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Jeff (Damhnait Doyle)

A shooting star in the sky Stopped to ask your name But you didn't give an answer Always afraid of fame You're a clip in the paper You're a picture in her living room and Your scent is vaguely familiar To her who cradled you in her womb The magnet Mississippi stole your breath As you sunk into it's lonely depths This final image of you freezes Where you're surrounded by jewels and missing pieces You're a clip in the paper You're a picture in her living room and Your scent is vaguely familiar To her who cradled you in her womb Sometimes the daydreams are worse then the nightmares For in the night at least you reappear You may be voiceless, disfigured, disadvantaged, but you're here You're a clip in the paper You're a picture in her living room and Your scent is vaguely familiar To her who cradled you in her womb