This Street, That Man, This Life - Michael Timmins
    This street holds its secrets like a cobra holds its kill

    This street minds its business like a jailer minds his jail
    That house there is haunted
    That door's a portal to hell
    This street holds its secrets very well

    That man wears his skin like a dancer wears her veils
    That man stalks his victims like a cancer stalks a cell
    That man's soul has left him his heart's as deadly as a rusty nail
    That man sheds his skin like a veil

    Lord, you play a hard game, you know we follow every rule
    Then you take the one thing we thought we'd never lose
    All I ask is if she's with you please keep her warm and safe
    and if it's in your power please purge the memory of this place

    This life holds its secrets like a sea shell holds the sea,
    soft and distant calling like a fading memory
    This life has its victories but its defeats tear so viciously
    This life holds its secrets like the sea


    Marco Giunco
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