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What you're looking for is never what you find Nothing ever seems to turn out right
Still you're running round still searching all these long indifferent streets For a lover or some cover to protect you from the heat that you feel inside inflamed since you learned to cry
Ever since you learned to walk you ran away Kept running till you couldn't feel your legs
now you stumble round this drunken town Pawn shops and city bars telling tales of just how far you got But they'll all know who you are Yeah, you're not so great You're just earl out of the gate
There's a portrait of your mom when she was young Well, her face was shining brightly as the sun
The son that got away from her had come back home again to find a women wrapped with all this love she couldn't give But you know she did You just couldn't feel it then
Found a Birthday card from this lady I used to know It said "boy you're really starting to get old
She's the mother of my mother And I knew just what she meant She'd been through it before She knew with all of this resentment becomes regret I hadn't gotten there yet
No, all right... Nothing ever seems to turn out right No, never, never seems to turn out right So I leave it at this my deep blue street rests
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