Lost somewhere and trying to find a place to belong
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to the empty alleys and parking lots is where I'll
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be when everyone goes home I like what I see it's
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nothing special to me and nothing's coming down on
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me I think of a place a time or a face staring out
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at the stars in the sky there's so many of them
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and we're drivin' by
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The Guest
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| Bouncing Souls |
