You were at the hall one night
I saw it on his face
I've seen you before
Cause on his wall you left a trace
There's a portrait of yours
Hanging in his hallway still
In his eyes a pain that will not fade
I know it never will
Some other town
And other faces
It's another story
Some other town
Leaving no traces
It's another story
Another story
Another story
You were selling paintings in a gallery in town
He could not afford to buy one
Yet he kept coming by
Trust is hard although you do try
It's easier to be true
He said
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