Maybe they will find a cure,
but for right now my blood is impure,
Going to leave this place for sure,
My reflection is on the wrong side of the tracks.
Tell him the stars is going to shine tonight,
Cause you won’t see me crying insight,
my blood is poison of a fire blight,
I live on the wrong side of the tracks.
I’ll raise my glass this night of redemption, naive,
We all knew this day is coming, now is time to leave,
He knows I’m dying, does he plan to grieve?
I’ll stumble on the wrong side of the tracks.
My pockets are empty; now my song is one of its own,
Lay me down in softly of meadows, unknown,
Like wings of a dove, he took me away alone,
And now my soul lives on the wrong side of the tracks.



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