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(a true story)

It's like being with you was only In my dreams Yet I remember it all So vividly You said you would never Marry But I wonder if you have Is..

On lonely street dot com That's where you'll find me Sad eyed and crying Inside I'm dying On lonely street dot com Right where you left me ..

Was it love or was it lust Ask myself this question I must Would the attraction still be there After all these years Why do I still care Why..

these words woven like a tapestry creating a world of make-believe magic in the air dreaming of mansions in the sky building castles in the san..

december 5th 1972 Iplayed with a drug Ahallucinagen Flipped out As I was tripping It was the "in" thing Part of the hippie scene ..

Standing on the street corner Screaming all night long Saying crazy things In a manic Phase I found myself wandering Through the streets of ..

Brrr... It's cold outside Below zero temperatures Snow is piled up so high Brrr... It's cold outside Turned my furnace up To keep my fami..

Wasted wereso many days and nights All those senseless fights We had so many Bad times I can hardly remember The good times They were so few ..

All those years Wasted Washed down the drain When the bad outweighs the good These memories cause such pain Can't stop the rain From falling ..