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Lyrics: Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not comin' on I'm just payin' my rent every day in the Tower of Song I said to Hank Williams: "How lonely does it get?" Hank Williams hasn't answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long Oh, a hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song I was born like this, I had no choice I was born with the gift of a golden voice And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond They tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll I'm very sorry, baby, it doesn't look like me at all I'm standin' by the window where the light is strong Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the Tower of Song Now, you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure: The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor And there's a mighty Judgement comin' but I may be wrong You see, I hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song I see you standin' on the other side I don't know how the river got so wide I loved you, baby, way back when... And all the bridges are burnin' that we might've crossed But I feel so close to everything that we lost We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again Now, I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back They're movin' us tomorrow to the tower down the track But you'll be hearin' from me, baby, long after I'm gone I'll be speakin' to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song Yeah, my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not comin' on I'm just payin' my rent everyday in the Tower of Song