The Weep

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Well, just take a trip,
Out in the streets,
And you shall find a secret,
Yes.
It's not the journey you'll see,
It's trying to remain free,
Just like the dog that weeps,
Out in the streets.

Now, sweet charity,
Wont you come to me,
On that big white horse,
With your hair down to your knees.
I want romance,
And I want the chance to see the love,
Yes, in everything.
OH, my sweet charity,
Wont you come to me.

Ryan Brady O'Reilly ®2001