This must be hell she thought,as the rain began to fall,to get all you wanted,& then to hate it all

May 17, 2005 17:31

This street minds its business like a jailor minds his jail
That house there is haunted,
That door's a portal to hell
This streets holds its secrets very well

That man wears his skin like a dancer wears her veils,
That man stalks his victims, like a cancer stalks a cell.
That mans soul has left him, his hearts as deadly as a rusted nail
That man sheds his skin like a veil.

*******

Hear that lonesome whipperwill, he sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is winding low,
Im so lonesome I could cry.

Ive never seen a night so long...
When time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide his face and cry.

Did you ever see a robin weep?
When leafs begin to die.
That means he's lost the will to live
Im so lonesome I could cry.

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are...
Im so lonesome I could cry.

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