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Traveling with no destination, no place to go |
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Nameless towns with faceless people, no place I know |
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Time to close my mind and drift off to other scenes |
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Lose myself in glossy pages dull magazines |
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Moments pass by, oh so slowly |
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Makes me lonely too |
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Twisting street lights in the darkness |
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Makes me lonely too |
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Oh the damned don't cry |
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No the damned don't cry |
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Curling smoke climbs upward slowly, past my troubling face |
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I see myself in rainsoaked windows in a different place |
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Single heartbeats in the dim lights makes me lonely too |
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Hearing sounds of celebrations makes me lonely too |
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Oh the damned don't cry |
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No the damned don't cry |
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Oh damned don't cry |
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Damned don't cry |
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Damned don't cry |
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Damned don't cry |
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Damned don't cry |
