| I had troubles aplenty
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| My pockets were empty
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| From livin' out on the sidewalk
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| Footsteps takin' me nowhere
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| But where can you go when you don’t know
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| What it is you’re lookin' for?
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| Just as I was a desperate man
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| You made the sun start to shine
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| You said,"Baby, come in from the rain"
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| You could see down the stitches and patches
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| That were holdin' me together
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| So with stolen faces, hand in hand
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| We made footsteps together for musicland
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| Used to be I had troubles aplenty
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| My pockets were empty, yeah
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| From the bad life on the back streets
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| But when your footsteps are takin' you nowhere
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| Where can you go and what can you do
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| When you don’t know what you’re lookin' for?
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| Hey, just as I reached the real world
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| You made the sun start to shine
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| You said,"Baby, come in out of the rain"
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| Oh, yeah, I said you made the sun start to shine
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| Oh, baby, come in from the rain |