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I CAST A LONESOME SHADOW |
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Writers Hank Thompson, Lynn Russwurm |
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Every evening when the sun goes down I sit here in my room |
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And the lamplight streaming over me projects my lonely gloom |
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My counterpart in agony mocks each tear that falls |
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And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls |
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He's always by my side at night no matter where I go |
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He lurks out in the darkness or in the neon's glow |
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He follows me across the steps and up and down the hall |
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And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls |
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I sit and watch the candle and the flicker of the flame |
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My writhing shadow twists and turns as though it is in pain |
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I'm trying to escape the memory my mind recalls |
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And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls |
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The image of a love I lost and all the things I'd planned |
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Are as empty as this bottle that I hold in my hand |
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My soul is buried in the depths of love and life's pitfalls |
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And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls |
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I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls |