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Sorrow Town
It’s hours after midnight I’m as high as a kite tonight It’s foggy outside – oh, what a sight And you’re all alone, picking a fight With the shadows and meadows of my mind’s eye I’m on fire in your icy frame of mind I can’t deny And I lost my train of thought All my efforts and struggles daily are all for naught But, my terrible battles are fought By the willpower and stoutness I got It’s hours after sunrise There are tears of tension in your eyes I don’t know why I cry And I won’t let you die I’m taking a break at the river’s bed today I dry the tears away and I have no words to say I’m walking down Sorrow Town…Sorrow Town… I’m talking aloud In the crowd…in the crowd… Isolation calls my name It burned away my flame It caught me victim like game My spirits aren’t exactly tame I’m caught in the shrouds of clouds Where I silently scream I also silently beam in low self-esteem Whistling the blues Weeping in my muse Sick of the constant abuse Without the energy to search for hidden clues I see straight lines in your eyes After the lows, there are happy highs I’m walking down Sorrow Town And I’m going down, down, down Till I can’t go any further I’m going under for sure I catch a glimpse of you in a blur These tribulations I will endure
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