I went down to Leo's Lounge
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To look at the faces, listen to the sounds
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Bartender Bernie, look my way he say,
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"Tell me son, how do you feel today?"
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And I say:
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Chorus:
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"Aimless, aimless, I am feeling slightly aimless.
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Aimless, aimless, I am feeling slightly aimless."
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Sad Susan sips her wine
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The boys all say she's easy but she say she's just kind
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She sits beside me, rests her hand upon my thigh
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She notice that I'm quiet and so she asks me why
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And I say:
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Chorus
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The future is a word don't hold much meaning for me.
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Don't ask me where I'm going, I don't know
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I got something inside me, I gotta find a way to set it free
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Where I'm going now, that depends mostly on
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Which way the wind blows
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Which way the wind blows
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The wind blows
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Walking home along Frankstown Road
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Thinking 'bout a woman, she's a girl I used to know
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Car pulls beside me, old man driving
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He asks me if I might be needing a ride
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I say "No thank you."
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Chorus
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Slightly Aimless
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The Gathering Field |