| Vacancy in a burned out frat
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| You’re an empty stare from a vagrant cat
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| You’re a vagabond
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| Bag is packed and you move along
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| Mona came from the sea
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| Caught land gracefully
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| Night is cold but you know it felt so free
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| Camped up in a graveyard
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| Took a job to clean some tombstones
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| Like lovers in a shadow of a crooked dream
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| It’s a long, hard day at a work
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| They called you mad for singing
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| Oh, do you remember when you blew away?
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| The wind rolls through the trees
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| It’s neither faith nor warm
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| The sun has set when you come to find me there
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| Frozen in a ditch
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| Cold, deep stare like a cat
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| And we’ll move along
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| Sean Pierre came from the roads
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| His artwork remains unsold
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| He holds such a heavy load
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| You know it’s so far gone
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| He tells me he can hack it
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| In his old black leather jacket
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| Keep a hold on to your strangest
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| We’re rollin' home
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| When you meet him at the train station
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| He was dressed to the nines
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| Things are changing now, we move along
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| Vacancy in a burned out frat
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| You’re an empty stare from a vagrant cat
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| You’re a vagabond
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| Suitcase packed and you move along
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| You’ll move along
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| You’ll move along
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| You’ll move along
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| You’ll move along |