wheeling down the street
It is not Kabuli Wala-
but someone his kind
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wheeling down the street
It is not Kabuli Wala-
but someone his kind
but someone his kind
was strutting the same way, as
he did when he lived....
he did when he lived....
love me like a mad lover
I realized not
I realized not
the feelings you had for me.
But yet, I am pleased.
But yet, I am pleased
for the favor of your love
you gave and took back
you gave and took back
all that i have given you
except for my heart
except for my heart,
which I lent to my neighbor
for holloween night
for holloween night
I packed my heart in a box
and shipped it away
and shipped it away
to a far far away place
no return address
no return address
freight collect, by surface mail
this is no love dear
this is no love dear
when we have both gone astray
call me and let's talk
call me and let's talk
you've been away for just so long
my heart only cries
my heart only cries
it cannot sing any more
my love is away
my love is away
heart-broken, rejection hurts
last phone call from mom
last phone call from mom
just before she passed away
said Hello and dropped