| Landing in California, LA and hope is in the air
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| And I know you walked away
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| Feeling the lights have been high, lightnin' the last page of my life
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| And I know you walked away
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| The more I look around, the more you’re not beside me now
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| Making me a lonesome clown
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| The more I look into the crowd, the more I feel alone, alone, alone
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| Alone
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| A smile, a hand that I meet, kindness and hospitality
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| But I know you walked away
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| Baby, baby, baby you’re so sweet that I could weep
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| Though I know you walked away
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| The more I look around, the more you’re not beside me now
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| Making me the lonesome clown
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| The more I look into the crowd, the more I feel alone, alone, alone
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| Alone. |