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Born on the edge of a lonely town |
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Searching for something no one had |
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Smart enough to say good-bye to this lonely town |
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But not smart enough to never look back |
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Night falls early on these lonely streets |
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And time rolls by like a midnight train |
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Innocence in abundance on these lonely streets |
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But I feel guilty just the same |
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Now the words I have written are ringing in my head |
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Oh and I think I believe them |
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A million miles from yesterday and a million more to go |
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Still I search each day, got to find my way home |
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Dreams die young in a lonely heart |
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And the past seems to follow close behind |
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There's an age old remedy for a lonely heart |
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But there's no peace in this soul of mine |
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Now the words I have written are ringing in my head |
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Oh, think I believe them |
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A million miles from yesterday and a million more to go |
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Still I search each day, trying to find my way home |
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Find my way home |
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Still I got to find my way, oh yeah |
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Still got to find my way, oh yeah, oh yeah |
