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RACHEL DELEVORYAS
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Written by R. Stonehill
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Rachel Delevoryas
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With her thick eye glasses and her plain Jane face
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Sat beside me in her fifth grade class
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Looking so terribly out of place
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Rachel played the violin
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And classical music was out of style
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She couldn't control all her wild brown hair
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Her nervous laughter and her awkward smile and
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It was clear that she'd never be
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one of us
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With her dowdy clothes
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And her violin
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And a name like Rachel Delevoryas
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But I'd pass by her house in the evening
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Going to play with my best friend Ray
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And the music floating from her window
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Spoke the things that Rachel could never say
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Rachel Delevoryas
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Was eating her lunch as the boys walked by
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"Rachel is ugly" she heard them shout
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She sat on the schoolyard bench and cried and
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CHORUS
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And every year the hedge got higher
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As it grew around Rachel's house
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Like the secret wall inside her
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That she built to keep all the heartache out
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Rachel Delevoryas
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Moved back east with her family
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Now she's dressed in a beautiful gown
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Standing on stage with the symphony
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Rachel plays the violin
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But every night when the lights go down
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I wonder if she still remembers those days
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And cruel little boys in this one horse town and
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CHORUS
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RACHEL DELEVORYAS
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Randy Stonehill |