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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