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Do you still walk the streets at night? |
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With the wanderlust you fight |
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Back to the corner |
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Where we went our separate ways |
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Well, I love to photograph your hand |
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Andshake it for a while' |
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Cause you learn so much about someone |
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A brother or a swine |
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The veins that plough beneath your path |
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With so many tales to tell |
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Picture out of focus in a frame where no one cares |
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Calm the ocean breeze, quiet the raging sea |
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This stormy ship we sail is a bottle filled with rage |
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Do you still walk the streets at night? |
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With the wanderlust you fight |
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Back to the corner |
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Where we went our separate ways |
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Well, we walked upon the railroad' |
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Cause the train no longer ran |
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Where we caught a glimpse of all we missed |
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From the stars that filled your eyes |
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With a dollar in your only coat |
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And a fireball in your hand |
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You set your sails for better days |
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Down in South |
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AustraliaDark though it has been there |
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Your old spirit still shines within |
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These last thirteen years depraved, uh |
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Of us anything that's worth saying |
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Do you still walk the streets at night? |
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With the wanderlust you fight |
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Back to the corner |
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Where we went our separate ways |
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So raise a cheer to those forgotten years |
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Back to the corner |
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Where we went our separate ways |
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Now the carnival is going home |
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The ferris wheel is spent |
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For those roving years of endless jeers |
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Have dried all that was left |
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Calm the ocean breeze and quiet the raging sea |
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This stormy ship we sail is a bottle filled with rage |
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Do you still walk the streets at night? |
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With the wanderlust you fight |
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Back to the corner |
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Where we went our separate ways |
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Do you still walk the streets at night? |
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With the wanderlust you fight |
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Back to the corner |
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Where we went our separate ways, seperate ways |
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Back to the corner |
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Where we went our separate ways |
