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Driving in from the edge of town |
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Ice cold winter sun is going down |
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And I'm staring just the way I used to |
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Through that dirty all-night restaurant window |
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Just thinkin' bout the things I wish I could give up |
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Just thinkin' bout the things that just won't let me go |
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But I know I'm gonna be alright |
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My mind won't focus |
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I take an out of the way drive- |
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In and around, the north side of town |
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Where the smoke from hell's exaust pipe |
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Lingers above the cheap rent in the dark night |
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Hours pass through me, |
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I'm tired of wasting time |
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Half hour later towards the downtown lights |
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I don't know what I'm still doing here |
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The Coliseum Blue Room, has been empty for a long time |
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You have to push these kind of thoughts |
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Right out of your mind- |
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And I try! |
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Something has been wasted |
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At least that's what it seems |
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All the bars have long closed down |
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There's no one but me |
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In the streets of my hometown |
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I've already said too much! |
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I'm all lovesick for endless, broken white lines |
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And I say to all the young wild ones |
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For you |
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On your way up |
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The world isn't against you, my dear, it just doesn't care! |
