His clothes hang tired
On his lonely awkward frame
They protect his
Ohhh, yeah, yeah, mmmm
I wander hopelessly, trying to think about
She's a gambler spinning wheels,
A poison victim but look of
Fractured arms from pulling you up
Your life weighs a ton
Have
You spend many an hour in bed
Afraid of people you’ve
See the sign up ahead,
It calls out your name,
It's a
I don't feel like I know you
Flawed in trust and
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