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Brewster-
Neeson-
Brewster)
She walks down the line, no sense of timeeternity...she talks of the years, blinded by tearsher magesty...fantasy, the mirror that's confused her
She pleaded guilty to a charge of perverse delighttrying to control the childhood dream thathaunts her through the nightis it the spoken truth or it the truth that is heard?there's no one speaking and no one's listening to words
On skid row after dark
On skid row after dark
On skid row after dark
She hides in the night, turns down her lighttime to wait...she holds out her hand, dreams of her manlove or hate --- is all too latealready she was dying
She pleaded guilty to a charge of perverse delighttrying to control the childhood dream thathaunts her through the nightis it the spoken truth or it the truth that is heard?there's no one speaking and no one's listening to words
On skid row after dark
On skid row after dark
On skid row after dark----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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