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Tekster: Bouncing Souls. The Guest.

Lost somewhere and trying to find a place to belong
to the empty alleys and parking lots is where I'll
be when everyone goes home I like what I see it's
nothing special to me and nothing's coming down on
me I think of a place a time or a face staring out
at the stars in the sky there's so many of them
and we're drivin' by