| I’m standing by the highway
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| Suitcase in my hand
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| My pocket full of memories
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| My dreams lie broken in the sand
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| I know my luck has run out
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| And all but done me in
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| I ain’t got nothing left
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| But the air I’m breathing in
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| I’ve been through hell and back
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| And I had my share of pain
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| I thought I’d never make it out alive
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| I’m battered and I’m beaten
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| I’m out here all alone
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| I miss my woman and my little boy
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| How I wish that I was home
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| I’ve run from law and order
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| But there was nothing gained
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| Now only time will tell me
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| If I can make it home again
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| I’m falling down in lonely town
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| My life’s in ruins my name a joke
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| I’m falling down can’t stand up anymore
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| I’m running out I cannot shout
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| No one can hear no one can help
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| I’m running out of everything I was
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| I’m sitting at the station
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| Waiting for the train
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| To take me somewhere further
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| Away from all the pain
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| A little boy came asking
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| Mister what is wrong
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| But I could not tell him
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| What is wrong |