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Cowboy Junkies

"This Street, This Man, This Life"

this street holds its secrets
like a cobra holds its kill
this street minds its business
like a jailer minds his jail
that house there is haunted,
that door's a portal to hell--
this street holds its secrets very well

that man wears his skin
like a dancer wears her veils
that man stalks his victims
like a cobra stalks his kill
that man's soul has left him,
his heart's as deadly as a rusty nail--
that man wears his skin like a veil

Lord, you play a hard game, you know we follow every rule
then you take the one thing that we thought we'd never lose
all I ask is, if she's with you, please keep her warm and safe
and if it's in your power, please purge the memory of this place

this life holds its secrets
like a seashell holds the sea
soft and distant, calling
like a fading memory
this life has its victories,
but its defeats tear so viciously--
this life holds its secrets like the sea...

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