Everybody's got a secret Sonny
Something that they just can't
face
Some folks spend their whole
lives trying to keep it
They carry it with them every
step that they take
Till some day they just cut
it loose
Cut it loose or let it drag
`em down
Where no one asks any questions
Or looks too long in your
face
In the darkness on the edge
of town
Some folks are born into a
good life
Other folks get it anyway
anyhow
I lost my money and I lost
my wife
Them things don't seem to
matter much to me now
Tonight I'll be on that hill
`cause I can't stop
I'll be on that hill with
everything I got
Lives on the line where dreams
are found and lost
I'll be there on time and
I'll pay the cost
For wanting things that can
only be found
In the darkness on the edge
of town
Marco Giunco |
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