| He was lonely alone
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| No where to go
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| Wandering back and forward
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| Trynna find a home
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| Somewhere to stay
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| Somewhere to come back
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| Somewhere to leave the bag
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| He could never unpack
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| But every place is isolated
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| There’s no one to turn to
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| And everyday
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| It seems more helpless
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| Not to act like a fool
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| But he can’t help but feeling a heartache
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| That is making him not to help
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| But feeling a headache
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| That is driving him completely mad
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| And it feels so good, it feels so bad
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| All this pain is making him insane
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| But he can’t help it, he’s about to faint…
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| He’s feeling so lost
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| He would get a map
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| No matter what
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| Cost to cost
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| But there’s no solution
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| He needs instructions
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| To follow one direction
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| He doesn’t wanna mention
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| But he can’t help but feeling a heartache
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| That is making him not to help
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| But feeling a headache
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| That is driving him completely mad
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| And it feels so good, it feels so bad
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| All this pain is making him insane
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| But he can’t help it, he’s about to faint…
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| He feels so thirsty
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| He feels so dirty
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| His body’s burning…
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| And he is all by his side
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| He’s losing his mind
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| After all he has cried
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| And it makes him feel fine
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| But he can’t help but feeling a heartache
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| That is making him not to help
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| But feeling a headache
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| That is driving him completely mad
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| And it feels so good, it feels so bad
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| All this pain is making him insane
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| But he can’t help it, he’s about to faint…
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| But he can’t help it
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| He’s about to blackout |