Miss Chatelaine

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They roll sidewalk here at nine
Tuck it under their arm
So I walk alone through my dirt
Safe from joy of temptations harm
From barmen quick to sympathise
Sigh, nod your head and fill your glass
Collar loose, trained tear in eye
Soothe your' ill with some cheapskate pass
Blood red petals cloud the view of
A copper disc moon hung up clear
There's a rose growing through my heart
I'm dying without you here
So much rain on Troy
Is it ever gonns dry up?

All the slot machines stopped flashing
Road's icy out by the Super 8
This whole town just lost it's passion
On the North road to the interstate
The joker says "go bet the lot
Taste the loss and try again"
I meant it when I said I'd stop
Did you ever hear me lay a bet on when
Poison from a sharp tooth thorn
Does it's hard work in my veins
There's a rose growing cold and forlorn
I'm dying without you out in the rain

Stars blink up at night-time's test
Their sleepless eyes search for sun
There's a rose growing through my chest
My roots have been ripped up by the race I've run
So much rain on Troy
Is it ever gonna dry up?

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