This street holds its secrets like a cobra holds its kill
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This street minds its business like a jailer minds his jail
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That house there is haunted
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That door's a portal to hell
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This street holds its secrets very well
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That man wears his skin like a dancer wears her veils
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That man stalks his victims like a cancer stalks a cell
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That man's soul has left him his heart's as deadly as a rusty nail
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That man sheds his skin like a veil
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Lord, you play a hard game, you know we follow every rule
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Then you take the one thing we thought we'd never lose
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All I ask is if she's with you please keep her warm and safe
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And if it's in your power please purge the memory of this place
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This life holds its secrets like a sea shell holds the sea,
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Soft and distant calling like a fading memory
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This life has its victories but its defeats tear so viciously
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This life holds its secrets like the sea
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This Street, That Man, This Life
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| Cowboy Junkies |
