If you can find no rhyme and reason And the rain is pouring out of season Don't have nowhere to lay your head And you feel you might as well be good and dead She will hold you to her breast For a while make you forget the rest of your troubles And your woes And warm you as the cold wind blows Oh, lady muse, you're always there When the world no longer seem to care at all She knows all about my sinful ways And the guilt will keep on haunting me all through my days No use in looking for redemption high above And there is no consolation in an endless love She will hold you to her breast For a while make you forget the rest of your troubles and your woes And warm you as the cold wind blows Oh, lady muse, you're always there When people just don't seem to care at all.
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