Let me call you sweetheart,
This street, that man, this life.
One soul now,
Why this one?
Stars of our stars,
He will call you baby.
Im so lonesome I could cry,
To love is to bury.
Misguided Angel.
I buried him down by the river,
Cause' thats where he liked to be.
And every night when the moon is high,
I go there and weep openly.
Streets never
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