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by Bill Chadwick I walk alone most every night, Beneath the stars that shine so bright, Bright as the eyes of you. And when the sky comes falling down, And there is darkness all around, All around, I'll be looking for you. Lonely, I look at the green, flowing meadow, Wondering what I am to do, Sun going down and, the trees cast their shadow, In the shadow and the mist, I remember the last kiss of you. And when the skies are, once more, blue, I get that old longing, too, To be held in the arms of you. SOLO And when the skies are, once more, blue, I get that old longing, too, To be held in the arms of you,

Faded lens and broken scar, feels no compassion Pale blue car with tales of gold, in the wrong direction And I stand the prison floor, my thoughts are changing locked in silence, and I see forever now, there's nothing left of you Time has crashed again, fading promises remain and the times that pass have changed, needless conversation makes me crazy and I can't seem to find that looking glass, of you When the ages come and go, like sees the passage the empty threat has poised us all to see the madness just hand the table flow, his ever hand to guide the soldiers as I try reason it all, calling out to you My eyes crashing blank, visons of you have betrayed me try to pass the mate, knowing if all that's he's missed and hated and I can't seem to find that looking glass maybe that's only made to last when my fingers and thumb start to scatter fade of you... of you Time has crashed again, fading promises remain and the times that pass have changed, needless conversation makes me crazy and I can't seem to find that looking glass maybe that's only made to last when my fingers and thumb start to scatter fade

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