I'm scared of the things I think of When night comes along. Something gets hold of me. Something I can't never see.
Oh, it's a wicked world Awaits the ones our young girls bear Oh, I need somebody to hold me In the fading light of this coming night. In the fading light of this coming night.
How many whores have walked through that door Lain by my side & climbed in my mind & taken me down to where the heat Blisters the skin upon my feet Makes me reach out & weep for the days when I was pure of heart & slept in peace.
Oh, it's a wicked world Awaits the ones our young girls bear Oh, I need somebody to hold me In the fading light of this coming night. In the fading light. this coming night.
In the fading light. Of this coming night. In the fading light This is the night.
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