I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
as she lies here beside me
asleep with the night
and her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight
she is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy
and I watch as her breasts, gently rise, gently fall
for I know with the first line of dawn I'll be leaving
and tonight will be all I have left to recall
oh what have I done, why have I done it?
I've committed a crime, I've broken the law
for 25 dollars and pieces of silver
I held up and robbed a hard liquor store
my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion
a scene badly written in which I must play
yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me
the morning is just a few hours away
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