| You’ve been standin' on the corner for a thousand nights
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| Ifs the slowest corner known to man
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| Watchin' strange faces passin' 'neath the lights
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| With a bottle wavin' in your hand
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| You got just enough money for some nothin' to go
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| It ain’t exactly what you planned
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| So lonesome that you can’t even say hello
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| And no one seems to understand
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| So you’re a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
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| The ones that only fit where they’re not allowed
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| Out on the streets and you’re feelin' blue
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| Travelin' light
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| With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
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| A hole in your soul where the wind blows through
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| You wandered away from your childhood home
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| Nobody cared to trace
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| The tracks you laid
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| You traveled by night
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| And you traveled alone
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| Came to rest at a penny arcade
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| Well, the last shots over
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| On a Saturday night You wake up in the beam
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| Of a cop’s flashlight
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| He asks you who you are as if you
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| Knew or you cared
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| He asks you where you live
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| And you say nowhere
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| So you’re a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
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| The ones that only fit where they’re not allowed
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| Out on the streets and you’re feelin' blue
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| Travelin' light
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| With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
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| A hole in your soul where the wind blows through
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| I don’t know where I got it
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| But, I got it the same
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| It’s a feelin' that’ll rip you apart
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| It follows me around
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| Like a part of my name
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| Like I’m born with a time bomb
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| Instead of a heart
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| So you’re a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
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| The ones that only fit where they’re not allowed
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| Out on the streets and you’re feelin' blue
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| Travelin' light
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| With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
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| A hole in your soul where the wind blows through |