| Richard H Jones | |
| "Crying Inside" | |
| CRYING INSIDE Hot and dusty, underground Playing for a meal Singing songs with lyrics I have long since ceased to feel Comfortable survival Complacent to the core Nailing down the artist Who could only search for more Cigarette, glass of beer Overnight hotel Nearest things to heaven In this disillusioned hell And you're crying inside I can hear it Something's crying inside And I can feel it 'cause it's dying inside Of me You leave the best to dream of Living with the rest And praying that your dreams Will never have to meet the test And when you go to make a move It's only to the door 'cause once you're in the street You're fighting your own kind of war Cigarette, glass of beer Overnight hotel And maybe some sweet dark-eyed girl Who caught you as you fell And you're crying inside I can hear it Something's crying inside And I can feel it 'cause it's dying inside Of me Music & Lyrics: Richard H. Jones |
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