LYRIC

I bought the paper yesterday and I saw the obituary
And I read of how you died in pain –
Well I just couldn't understand it
If I could of changed that, then lord knows I'd do it now
But there is no going back –
And what's done is done forever

But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt –
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt

And I think of what you might have been,
A man of such great promise
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream –
And the more you saw you hated

But let's not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame –
You had a dangerous passion

But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt –
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt

All the things that you might have been – but who am I to say?
Still I wonder –
If it's the cold earth you prefer to lay –
If it's the cold earth – you prefer to stay

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