Sounds of Misery
A man goes into town, looking to hear some sound.
Grabs his guitar heads to the bar.
Trying to get away from the pain that haunts his day.
He can drink the night away but can't find his fame.
He claims that his dream died on a stream of memories
that proceeds down to the bottom of the sea.
He see what others just can't believe, that his
proclamation just might set them free from a
misery that just can't be seen.
He drinks his last drop, heads to the dock, for a morning walk,
whispers a remark looks at the sky and says goodbye,
than fills his head with lots of lead.
Down went the man who couldn't get ahead.
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