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Chorus:
Roxanne, you don’t have to put on that red light
Walk the streets for money, you don’t have to sell your body to the night
Verse 1
Roxanne, a beautiful girl
Making good money in the under world
Learning the magic of earning worthy money back quick
Turning a burden to automatically drastic
Measures to weather the storm
New pleasures for tethering the scorn
You can't know joy till you go through pain
She's a veteran of lettering the voice refrain
The stain of last night's shame persists
Through the haze of her smoked cocaine stained lips
Looking like a ghost both pale and thin
Alcohol induced to reduce the chagrin
When will the nightmare end?
Looking forward to her dreams where she transcends
She can hear a calm voice calling out her name
She hears this voice in her dream say
Chorus
Verse 2
Roxanne, feeling cold and lonely
Sold to the hole in her soul enfolding
No room in the inn of her mind Cause there are too many using the rooms for their crimes
The neon shines a flickering red
Like the stain of wine dripping on her death bed
The lies infect from dusk till dawn
When the nightmare rests and the dreams turn on
She hears the voice of freedom
A song that brings her healing
Rescued by an unknown being
Filling her sleep with a life full of meaning
If only it could last through the night
If only she could grasp escape insight
She can hear a calm voice calling out her name
She hears this voice in her dream say
Chorus
Verse 3
Roxanne, looking for a saving life
Blazing her way through the maze of the night
She’s dazed and confused by the pain of the fight
Days of abuse as a prey to the night
Turn to condemnation
No grace becomes desperation
To a woman who hardly breathes
She heals in her sleep and lives in her dreams
Where she hears this voice of silence
Calm in the storm peace in the violence
Never wanna open up her eyelids
Wishing these dreams would really be timeless
A faceless voice in the dark
Calling her name and setting her apart
Hope filling her lungs numbing the pain
She hears this voice in her dreaming say
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