<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=80484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bruised Orange (Chain Of Sorrow)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley<br>Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley<br>On a cold winter's morning to a church house<br>just to shovel some snow.<br>I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder,<br>An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter<br>just from walking with his back turned<br>to the train that was coming so slow.<br>You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder,<br>throw your hands in the air, say ";What does it matter?";<br>but it don't do no good to get angry,<br>so help me I know <br>For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.<br>You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there<br>wrapped up in a trap of your very own<br>chain of sorrow.<br>I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there.<br>I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair<br>and my head shouted down to my heart<br>";You better look out below!";<br>Hey, it ain't such a long drop don't stammer don't stutter<br>from the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter<br>and you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by John Prine - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=80484" data-title="Bruised Orange (Chain Of Sorrow)" data-description="My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley On a cold winter's morning to a church house just to shovel some snow. I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder, An altar..."></div> </div> </div>

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