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Jukebox Cry For Me by Ron Porter
in the dim and dismal barrooms
of my dark and distant past i sat
drinking cheap misery as i listened
to songs of lying lovers,? ?cheaters,
broken hearts and pedestrian pain
all those songs,? ?i named them
and i claimed them as my own
converted the words to portraits
in my mind;? ?each one i framed
then took it home with me
in my heart i viewed each repeatedly
and reveled in self-revelation that
not a single one had been written about me
and that pain down in my heart
the emptiness and fear that kept me
bound and chain in cuffs and fetters
so many others had felt it too
that knowledge somehow made it better
So never once did i have to cry
not out? ?in the open,? ?for others to see
i'd just play those songs,? ?and sing along
and let the jukebox cry for me.
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