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The cold concrete is where I sleep
A choice I made now mine to keep
The days seem longer when I ride
I'm looking for a place to hide
The trains whistle keeps me blue
When my thoughts turn back to you
This drug I drink helps me to run
Sometimes I wish I had a gun
I look to find an instant cure
My thoughts no longer seem so pure
A new town maybe it's the one
I pray somehow this will be done
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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