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At The Edge Of Town by Amergin

I've seen him standing there
Amidst the patter of the rain
The drops pelt the street
As mud crawls to the drain
He holds his cigarette
Beneath the dampened light
Sucking on the butt
Glowing the cherry bright
And so at the edge of town
I watch his tears flow slowly down

I've seen him standing there
Gazing up into the darkened sky
The rain pounding down
Smashing his hazel eyes
Loud moans of sorrow
Escape from his freezing lips
The damply lit cigarette
Slowly burns to his fingertips
And so at the edge of town
I watch his tears flow slowly down

I've seen him standing there
Dripping water soaking his skin
As cars rush the puddles
Clothing hanging from his skin
He cries aloud to the ancient gods
His stare grazing the treetops
As they gradually disappear
Beneath the murky raindrops
And so at the edge of town
I watch his tears flow slowly down

I've seen him standing there
His hair stringing down his face
Dripping down curling into his mouth
As he shivers in a frozen embrace
Hugging himself hands in the armpits
Trying to keep his fingers warm
As his tears slide down his cheeks
Mixing with the hammering storm
And so at the edge of town
I watch his tears flow slowly down


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