There's pictures in my mind I've never seen before
There's emptiness
Look at my eyes, I'm wasted.
Look at the hurt in
Woke up Sunday morning and I thought that I could
Five more miles to Folsom
This train can't move too slow
Ninety-nine
The hurt I hurt is nothing like the hurts I've
Friday's child, hard luck is her brother
Friday's child, her sister's
I am the sea, you are the wind that comes
There were times when being together was fun
And there were
In a small village near La Plaza Mexico lived a
Kiss all the pretty ones goodbye
Give everyone a penny that
One night Johnny sang the truth to me
On a northbound
Four years down
And twenty-one to blow
Ten thousand more
Breakfasts to go
Fourte
I know you're leavin' babe goodbye and so long
I hope
Strangers
Sit across from each other
Smile across to each other
Reach across
Her eyes were once so full of dreams
Her young heart
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