Strolling down the Avenue
Guitar case in my hand
Pass by so many strangers
Not one understands
Emptiness consumes my body
The night wind blows cold
My hands start to tremble
To tired to be bold
Can feel the hurt
Coming on stronger
Don't want to feel it
Very much longer
Can feel the hurt
Coming on stronger
Don't want to feel it
Very much longer
In his power
In his strength
Hard to the bitter end
Cruel to the longest length
But now he has to be
Happy with what
I have to be happy with
Down to the bottom line
Get it over with
Can feel the hurt
Coming on stronger
Don't want to feel it
Very much longer
Can feel the hurt
Coming on stronger
Don't want to feel it
Very much longer
Killed for his guitar
Robbed of his fortune
Of time
The jury's verdict murder
But not a big enough
Crime
But I don't need to know
All that
I can see the signs
Killed for his guitar
Robbed of his fortune
of Time


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