Down the hill
Through the light
Past the city jail
I watch and walk
Every night
I wondered who to tell
How can I tell my father?
Hes been gone all these years
I couldnt tell my father
I couldnt bear the tears
I was lost
In a rage
Didnt ever mean to be
Now the cost
Has set the stage
And it will bury me
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