Tender teardrops of sorrow ring
Loud whispers of uncanny things
The songs of hope that do not sing
and if there's hope, I don not know
maybe there's someplace I should go
exit to freedom does not show
road to happiness drives so slow
feels like death's around the corner
I cannot see, it's all a blur
I try to think, but my head's a whirl
I will never get over her
My friends all say I must move on
The love I have is all but gone
The game of love I have not won
All I've left is my trusty gun
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