She left a letter on the table
Said she'd be home by five
Smell of old coffee lingers on my minds
I won't wait to hear those footsteps
climb those old creaky stairs
Every lonely night I miss her prescence everywhere
cry to the sky above
never give all your heart for love
familiar places that we went to
become like dying vines
...and better times
such a hard time to get over
such a deep love that's lost
from the sun the morning dew the moon the heat and frost
cry to the sky above...
the heat of passion will decieve you
make you a different man
turns peasants to kings
... to further land
so I'm drunk and walking...
have my gun at my side
such a lender of this march until he died
will the promise be just enough
never give all your heart for love
cry to sky above...

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