Paul Cleary - Crooked Town

State of Confusion

Last night I heard the car door slam
Low voice, some man
Shes walking softly up the stairs
Rewad softly on my dreams
And when eventually the light
No strength to fight
A silent stand-off every day
For words will not betray

Lost pride, tongues tied
Hell comes our way

Picked up the telephone again
Low voice, wit's end
She called me by another name
The truth will come out in dreams
The sorry case of our affairs
Will soon be aired
Though all is lost, a life anew
The judge will find for you

Lost pride, tongues tied
Hell comes our way

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Writer(s): Paul Cleary
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