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Lonely Hearts Band

The bastard son

Of a butchers gun

No family, no friends, no relations

His path led the way

To death and decay

No home, no love, no nation


Shielded by hate

Guarding his gate

Of might through intimidation

He stood before all

Malignant and tall

The wrathful hand of damnation


Until one winter's night

Beneath snow and lamp light

His bloodied knuckles still gleaming

A kindhearted soul

Her nightly favors sold

Saw past the pain to the healing


She knelt by his side

Stockings torn like her pride

And offered a tired but strong hand

He took it and found

Love in the sound

Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band




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