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a row of mirrors before me and i can't see my reflection. my life is so far is far from my expectations. it's getting lonely in this parking lot of life. i guess my punishment is my salvation, i wish i could find a way to roam. driving home always gives me the blues, singing songs about what i feel like inside, keeps me coming back for more. it's getting lonely in this parking lot of life, i guess my punishment is my salvation. i tread the thin line, you don't know who to follow home your life is so far, is far from your expectations. it's getting lonely with this parking lot of life. |
