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Well I'm thinking about all the losers |
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Who showed up to make this scene |
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Where did they go when things didn't work out, |
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When they burned out on the streets? |
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And I'm wondering where |
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I could find the people |
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Who left me behind |
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To wander these streets so all alone |
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Cuz these old streets |
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I'm still wandering down |
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And I'm wondering about all the wonderful people |
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Who used to hang around and |
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If they got and if they got what |
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I've still never found |
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Yesterday |
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I saw this one old girl |
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But it just wasn't quite the same |
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And she said it's been years |
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Yeah it's been years |
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Since anybody's called me by that name |
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But these old streets |
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I'm still wandering down |
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And I'm wondering about all the wonderful people |
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Who used to hang around |
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And if they got and if they got what |
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I've still never found |
