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Jul 2014
Sorrow is in my soul's kitchen right now
Fixing up a bitter lunch and because I don't look like what I've
Been through, friends and family don't even have a hunch
Know that there's a lesson to learned in all of this
And I'm sure lives others would like to swap
But you see the blues have stripped me down and left my soul bare
Which is why these tears slowly falling down a wet path on my face
Never ever stop.Tears keep on falling and people pass on by and stare
In this cold and heartless city they don't seem to really care
Wish that it was possible to send up a kite of hope
Against a cloudly sky of naked despair
Sorrow just brought his little brother named trouble in Lord
Please pull this misery chokehold off me
Because you're the only one who can
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
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