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Lovers' Death Row

I found a note in your pocket
When I was doing the wash
Evidence of a secret
That I wish you had lost

I meant to ask you about it
But I was afraid you would lie
Trust is all gone once you doubt it
Now I can't even cry

Every time you go
Love is dying slow
I think you should know
That every time you go
You put me here on lovers' death row

Bread and water and whiskey
A party for one that I'll throw
I know you won't even miss me
I know I have to let go

There'll be no call from the governor
No last minute reprieve
I guess someday I'll recover
But right now that's hard to believe

Every time you go
Love is dying slow
You'd think I would know
That every time you go
You put me here on lovers' death row

I should just walk away
But I can't break these chains

Every time you go...


@1995 C. Carothers