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Sure is tonight

And a heavy rain a fallin

( And the wind )

There is a soulful song always here a callin

From the dead

Days

That we know here

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The gentle troubadour

Wanders and is gone

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There is a pain lingers

Lasts till morning

( memories )

We try so hard to pray but we know we 're only fooling

With the dead

Days

That are

Here

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Oh

Sure

We say so many things

We talk so righteously

Of love

And healing

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( We pretend )

We make it all sound so very easy

So very ****

To die and to be born again

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She my love is living in the shadows

Of unearthly faces

In the poor hard  forgotten deaths

That poverty brings

I know only the gentle boy

( the troubadour )

I only hear the one song

That he sings