Whether it's rock and roll or old soul (It don't
I was lostI thought the losing dice were tossedDidn’t know
All of the cold winds blowingThrough our neighborhoodsWhile my frustration’s
As I’m looking out my windowI could see my timewith
When I was a little boyMy mama told meTo play
Sitting here thinking about the times we sharedThe love you
Traveling across the highwaysI’m seeing many placesI’m hearing many voicesI�
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