The old man wore a grey uniform I recognized from the war
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He just sat there in that old armchair, drenched right to the bone
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A woman's voice called from the other room, I think it's time for you to go
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I mumbled something underneath my breath, turned and walked out the door
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And the fire, the funeral pyre, burning all night long
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There's no turning back anymore, it's just rain
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Down came the rain, on the streets of shame
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Rain, smothering the flames, on the streets of shame
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I walked out on a dusty road filled with traffic lights
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Jesus Christ got into a cab and said, take me to the Israelites
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And there sitting at a sidewalk cafE, looked like Arthur C. Clarke
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He said, sit with me and dine, have a glass of wine, don't be afraid of the dark
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And the fire, the funeral pyre, burning all night long
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There's no turning back anymore, it's just rain
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Down came the rain, on the streets of shame
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Rain, smothering the flames, on the streets of shame
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The old man was there, still sitting in his chair in the middle of the road
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He didn't speak for a very long time, then he just said hello
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He held out his arms and in his hands was an old grey uniform
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And on the collar was a medal that read, sheltered from the storm
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And the fire, the funeral pyre, burning all night long
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There's no turning back anymore, it's just rain
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Down came the rain, on the streets of shame
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Rain, smothering the flames, on the streets of shame
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Rain, hey look at all that rain, on the streets of shame
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Rain, falling down like flames, on the streets of shame
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Streets Of Shame
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| Cletis Carr |
