The Guest
Bouncing Souls
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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
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