| I walked through city limits
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| Someone took me in to do it
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| Attracted by some force within
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| It had to close my eyes to get close to it
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| Around the corner where prophet lay
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| Saw the place where she’d a room to stay
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| A wire fence where children play
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| Saw the bed where the body lay
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| And I was looking for a friend of mine
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| And I had no time to waste
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| Yeah, I was looking for some friends of mine
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| The car screeched in the sand and dust
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| Heard a noise, just a car outside
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| Metallic blue turned red with rust
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| Pulled in close by the building’s side
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| In a group of forgotten youth, had to think
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| Collect my senses now
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| Turned on to a knife edge view
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| Find some place where my friends don’t go
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| And I was looking for a friend of mine
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| Down the streets the houses looked the same
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| Getting drunker now, faces look the same
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| I walked round and round, no stomach torn apart
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| Nail me to a train, had to think again
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| Trying to find a clue, trying to find a way to get out
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| Trying to move away, had to move away and keep out
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| Four, twelve windows, ten in a row behind a wall
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| I looked down, low the lights shine like a neon show
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| Inserted deep felt a warmer glow
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| No place to stop, no place to go
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| No to time to lose, had to keep on going
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| I guess they died some time ago
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| I guess they died some time ago
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| And I was looking for a friend of mine |