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Started by Recusant, November 12, 2016, 06:17:56 PM
QuoteWell my friends are gone and my hair is greyI ache in the places where I used to playAnd I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming onI'm just paying my rent every dayOh in the tower of songI said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get? Hank Williams hasn't answered yetBut I hear him coughing all night longA hundred floors above meIn the tower of songI was born like this, I had no choiceI was born with the gift of a golden voiceAnd twenty-seven angels from the great beyondThey tied me to this table right hereIn the tower of songSo you can stick your little pins in that voodoo dollI'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at allI'm standing by the window where the light is strongAh they don't let a woman kill youNot in the tower of songNow you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sureThe rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poorAnd there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrongYou see, you hear these funny voicesIn the tower of songI see you standing on the other sideI don't know how the river got so wideI loved you baby, way back whenAnd all the bridges are burning that we might have crossedBut I feel so close to everything that we lostWell never have to lose it againNow I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be backThere moving us tomorrow to that tower down the trackBut you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm goneI'll be speaking to you sweetlyFrom a window in the tower of songYeah my friends are gone and my hair is greyI ache in the places where I used to playAnd I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming onI'm just paying my rent every dayOh in the tower of song