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
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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Gold Record
Hopeless Romantic