left out on the bench the one out near the
so the years went by and it's all we had
burden said the man it makes you fall it makes
I can hardly feel the corners of my father's favourite
I want to ride on an airplane this you already
well i'm a desolate winner
and i'm looking for a place
i never go around the block
twenty steps and then i
whipping boy
heavy with fake plastic dreams
sell all your stuff
and lets
you're looking good my friend
you're looking right
you've got a winner's
you bore me completely I've got everything I need it's
we're doing it all wrong we're cracked we're bleached we're
a bit of faith in one thing a bit of
it started out with a bang my friend
it almost ended
we gave you all the hopes we couldn't share and
i need a place to call home
i need a place
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