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Apr 2020
I guess there are those
Who live inside their radios
To escape from the pain
In the world that weve all come to know

Then there are those
In need a womans gentle touch
For when life pulls us down
And it all gets to be too much

They hide in their rooms
Hide in their minds
Can't seem to read between the lines
When the hard times fall
You know music says it all

They play it in the bars
Among the broken hearts
In the jukebox on the wall
Where the long shadows fall
You know music says it all

Underneath the stars
The city lights dont shine so bright
So hold on to the love
And hold on with all our might

You may be just
Another face in the crowd
But you can't see the sunshine
If you never come around

They hide in their rooms
Hide in their minds
Can't seem to read between the lines
When the hard times fall
You know music says it all

They play it in the bars
Among the broken hearts
In the jukebox on the wall
Where the long shadows fall
You know music says it all

When you've taken the fall
You know music says it all

When the curtain calls
You know music says it all
Hank Love
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Hank Love  27/M/Borger, Texas
(27/M/Borger, Texas)   
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