Albert Martin

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Shotting Stars
She got lost
Looking for shotting stars
Now I know
I don't own her no more
Now I walk
Neath them late lonesome skies
I don't know
If I'm looking for someone
Such is my confusion
Almost a disease
The end of the road
Just an illusion
It does point to south
And never never never cease
I'm wondering
If she knows about her bound
And if it's that which she looks for
Someday able to be found
Ah the crow came in the evening
It began to cry so loud
'Just forget her. Let her be.
Let the road it take her down'.
Shotting Stars
She got lost
Looking for shotting stars
Now I know
I don't own her no more
Now I walk
Neath them late lonesome skies
I don't know
If I'm looking for someone
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