| I’ve Carped all the Diems of this world
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| Jumped on every wagon in my search
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| Still I have a mind that’s restless
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| Still I’m hooked on this nameless mistress
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| God bless
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| All I know is that I’m never satisfied
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| Driven by this urge, with no clue why
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| Inside of me is a silent cry
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| Conjured by the demons of my mind
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| I’m just a lonely child
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| Tryin' to find some place to be
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| I only stay a while
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| (cause) I’m a soul who’s got to be free
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| I’m the Driftwood Nightingale — and tonight I’ll sing for you
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| And I’ll rest my head — and I’ll share your bed
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| But when the morning comes
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| This tramp of love is gone
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| I’ve worked all the level in the war of my life
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| I’m an expert in the art of alternative strife
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| There’s always a place where the grass is greener
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| And the chicks are pretty and the air is cleaner
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| I’m just a lonely child…
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| I’m another lonely child
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| Trying to fill my empty room
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| And I will walk a thousand miles
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| To find comfort in (close to) your womb
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| I’m just a lonely child…
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| I’ve nothing more than the stars above
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| Like a full blood tramp of love |