| Thousand miles know my lack of thoughts
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| Separating me from all my faults
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| Made me feel like lost in a fog
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| And all my hopes and all my dreams
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| Rest in peace or so it seems
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| Made me feel like rose in a bog
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| With empty bottle where my beer used to be
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| With my memories, fading away, down this street
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| With the wind at my back that makes my faith regained
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| I will never let it go again
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| With empty bottle where my beer used to be
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| With my memories, fading away, down this street
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| With the wind at my back that makes my faith regained
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| I will never let it go again
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| Roaming the streets, and pints of beer,
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| Trying to remember to what I used to cheer,
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| Made me like I’m sick in the head
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| Where the blossoms grow and the wee birds fly,
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| Is where I ran from curious eyes
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| That’s my home and there is my bed.
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| With empty bottle where my beer used to be
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| With my memories, fading away, down this street
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| With the wind at my back that makes my faith regained
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| I will never let it go again
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| Cheerful face and tired soul
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| Walk alone in senseless days
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| Seeking hard a place to fall
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| Drowning smile in their disgrace
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| Cheerful face and tired soul
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| Walk alone in senseless days
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| Seeking hard a place to fall
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| Drowning smile in their disgrace
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| With empty bottle where my beer used to be
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| With my memories, fading away, down this street
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| With the wind at my back that makes my faith regained
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| I will never let it go again |