C Am This street holds its secretsC Am like a cobra holds its killC Am This street minds its businessC Am like a jailer minds his jailF G That house there is hauntedC Am That door's a portal to hellF G This street holds its secretsC Am very wellsecond verse same pattern That man wears his skin like a dancer wears her veils That man stalks his victims like a cancer stalks a cell That man's soul has left him his heart's as deadly as a rusty nail That man sheds his skin like a veil BridgeDm G C Am Lord, you play a hard game, you know we follow every ruleC C/B F G Then you take the one thing we thought we'd never loseDm Am C F All I ask is if she's with you please keep her warm and safeF G And if it's in your power please purge the memory of this place Third Verse same as others This life holds its secrets like a sea shell holds the sea, Soft and distant calling like a fading memory This life has its victories but its defeats tear so viciously This life holds its secrets like the sea
This Street That Man This Life
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