I ain't got no home, got no shoes.
Ain't got no
Drawn into this mystery
another sunset, heartbeat.
Let darkness was over me
star
Hands in my pocket
Hands in my pocket
Hands in my pockets
Hands
Choose
You own your blues
Like lovers do
Once more
This is what hope
When I tip-toed down to see the somebody
Shocked the somebody
I wish they'd put up every street for sale
It wouldn't
Are you with me?
Cause it’s our last chance
Chance disaster
What’s the
We're gonna like it here
We're gonna do what we can
What's
God it's hard to be yourself
When everyone around you
Thinks you're
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