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If I could paint a picture 
to show you how I feel,
deep inside my shattered heart
so you'd know it was real.
It would look just like a ghost town 
with sad song stories to tell,
of all of the haunting reasons
our love went straight to hell

You spent all of our money,
that closed up the bank.
Then the love inside your eyes 
just suddenly went blank.
The doc said we were crazy,
far beyond what he could do,
so he packed up his practice,
said this place was like a zoo.

You never liked my cookin'
That made for one more chore.
So I learned to avoid it,
and the market closed their door.
We used to have so many friends
but you the big buffoon,
got us kicked out of the bars
which 86'd saloons.

The sheriff said we're trouble, 
but only to each other. 
He locked up the jailhouse 
and moved back home with his mother.
That just left the two of us
on empty streets to roam, 
knowin' it was far too late
to make this town our home.

With all our friends and family
we pledged a solemn vow,
to live our lives together,
we would work it out somehow.
Then I felt your hand leave mine
and distance there would grow,
you started spending nights away
in places I don't know.

I find myself still standing here
desperately alone,
on desolated dusty streets
of memories I'm shown.
In this quiet lonely ghost town
made of all the lies you'd tell,
our heavenly love story turned
into a slice of hell.

                      -Jeannie Minor

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