Sixteen and waitin' on the corner
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Watchin' all the people go by
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Thinkin' of how directed that they all must be
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As a tear rolls from his eye
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Stuck down in another rut
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He swears that he's forever fucked
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Livin' on the streets ain't fun
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Wishin' he had a place to stay
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To keep him dry on rainy days
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Now there's nowhere he can run
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And nobody's gonna change his mind or his broken heart
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Waitin' down in Bellevue park in position
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Waitin' for another real friend
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To keep him warm inside the next home of delusion
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You freeze, melt, live, die, panic, run
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Then break and bend
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The pain he feels inside is endless
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Lives a life alone and friendless
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All there's left to do is start
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Countin' the days, now it's the years
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Building up these pointless fears
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The both of them are torn apart
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And nobody's gonna change his mind or his broken heart
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5 Miles To Bellevue
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| Agent 51 |
