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ATOMIC NUMBER 79
Thomas Schoeffler, David Fimbel
I commanded my eyes not to cry,
I commanded my heart not to die.
A loner, a loner, in the night,
A loner, getting older since that night.
And I found her, in the mist, shiny gold,
And I kissed her, in the middle of the road.
My woman, she’s been my woman since that night,
My woman, will be my woman until I die.
Drops of rain on the leaves, were shining above,
That night, like a thief, she stole my love.
My woman, she’s been my woman since that night,
My woman, will be my woman until I die.
A loner, a lover, I was both,
Since I’ve met her, I ramble no more,
‘cos in he eyes all the stories were told,
Drawn in her hand all the possible roads.
But now i’m soaking my chin, I’m old,
In my own, cold, dribble,
I don’t move, I tremble,
As my tears dry on my wrinckels.
Some things I remember, some things I don’t,
But when I recall here, away I’m blown,
‘cos in her eyes all the stories were told,
My woman, she’s been my woman since that night,
My woman, will be my woman until I die,
Drawn in her hand all the possible roads.
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