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Constance

Constance, the night is beautiful
If you could see it all from where I stand
If I could catch it's light
I'd send it home to you
Were it not for these shackles on my hands
Oh the tale I tell is of a loaded gun
And another one who took your heart and soul
Here inside this cell, they know me all too well
Tho' my name is just a number on a roll

Constance        Constance

Constance, the moon's magnificent
So reminiscent of your sweet face
In my heart of hearts I am innocent
But then again so is each man in this place
And I am heartsore, and what is more
I don't ever sleep from midnight until dawn
I wake up in the dark, to a pounding heart
And the scream that dies inside the night is mine

Constance       Constance

Constance, the rain is falling now
Like a ghostly shroud the fog rolls in
As a common rule, it takes a special kind of fool
To find a drowning pool and fall in
Oh the tale I tell is of a loaded gun
And another one who took your heart and soul
Here inside this cell, they know me all too well
Tho' my name is just a number on a roll

Constance           Constance            Constance

####.... Ron & Connie Hynes ....####
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