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You've been standin' on the corner for a thousand nights |
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Ifs the slowest corner known to man |
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Watchin' strange faces passin' 'neath the lights |
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With a bottle wavin' in your hand |
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You got just enough money for some nothin' to go |
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It ain't exactly what you planned |
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So lonesome that you can't even say hello |
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And no one seems to understand |
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Chorus So you're a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd |
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The ones that only fit where they're not allowed |
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Out on the streets and you're feelin' blue travelin' light |
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With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through |
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A hole in your soul where the wind blows through |
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You wandered away from your childhood home |
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Nobody cared to trace the tracks you laid |
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You traveled by night and you traveled alone |
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Came to rest at a penny arcade |
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Well, the last shots over on a |
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Saturday night |
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You wake up in the beam of a cop's flashlight |
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He asks you who you are as if you knew or you cared |
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He asks you where you live and you say nowhere |
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Chorus I don't know where |
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I got it but, |
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I got it the same |
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It's a feelin' that'll rip you apart |
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It follows me around like a part of my name |
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Like I'm born with a time bomb instead of a heart |
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