| An empty cup of coffee no cigarettes to smoke
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| A dirty two room walking flat’s a long way my home
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| This life in New York City
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| Ain’t what I thought it’d be
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| Loneliness and desperation is a closing in on me
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| The loneliness and desperation is a closing in on me
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| Lately get to thinking about the things I left back home
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| That healing country sunshine and a woman singing song
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| Then I turned back to the bottle, I turned back to the pain
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| And every night I’ll kneel and pray I’ll see her face again
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| Every night I’ll kneel and pray I’ll see her face again
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| The sign on the highway says it’s fifteen miles to go
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| It’s just as well a thousand in this freezing rain and snow
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| Well that ain’t gonna stop me cause I know just where I’m bound
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| And if you ever look for me you’ll know where I’ll be found
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| If you ever look for me you’ll know where I’ll be found |