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
(La la la la la La la la la la...)
He
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
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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