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Whiskey pours like teardrops fall
The gods receive them both the same
My temple ground lies under the town
The streets above are paved with shame
Am I the same who came by local train
Veins of whiskey blood
The only shadow of home is rain
A northern man might understand
The darkness I keep near
My only light the Seven Stars
And the glow of faces I fear
Am I the same who came by local train
Veins of whiskey blood
The only shadow of home is rain
The rain, the rain casting its shadow again
But I'm not damning the sun
A whiteness in the sky
A line drawn in the mist
A windowpane
Reflections I won't ever find again
Does the rain cast a shadow under the ground?
