| I’m perched upon a burnt bridge,
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| Looking for a last chance,
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| Singing in the wind just like a crow.
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| I’m a bum working on my last can,
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| Wondering where my life ran,
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| Lost it in the wind and didn’t know.
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| Who’s looking out?
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| Who’s looking out?
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| Who’s looking out, yeah…
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| Who’s looking out for you now?
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| I’m a rose growing in an old briar,
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| Looking for the last liar,
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| Poking through the gravel and the hay…
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| I’m a shoe hanging on a phone wire,
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| A screw sticking in an old tire,
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| I’m something someone lost along the way…
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| Who’s looking out?
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| Who’s looking out for you?
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| Who’s looking out, yeah…
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| Who’s looking out for you now?
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| Who are you when the sails cut,
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| As it’s all chewed up,
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| Drifting out to sea without an oar?
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| Out there in a life raft,
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| Gonna find out real fast,
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| Better know it then and know for sure.
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| Who’s looking out?
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| Who’s looking out for you?
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| Who’s looking out, yeah…
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| Who’s looking out for you now?
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| Who’s looking out for you now?
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| Who’s looking out for you?
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| Who’s looking out, yeah…
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| Who’s looking out for you now… |