It? only me the tattooed girls and the freaks
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Standing here lost at sea
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Old ideas and paper bones is all we are
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And all we?l ever be
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The skies as gray as an old mans hat
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Left behind on an empty bench
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The crowds are gone and we?e all alone tell me now
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Does anything here make sense
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CHORUS: I? not sure exactly how I feel
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I? not sure exactly how I feel
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I? not sure exactly how I feel
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Your happiness hardly seems real
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Wonder Wheel, Wonder Wheel
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BRIDGE:
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Perched above this world with it? insistent tides
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That wash ashore skeletons of old boardwalk rides
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And feelings that haven? died
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The day belongs to unfinished songs
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I should?e sung
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And dreams I should?e dreamed
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Lost and found or left behind either way
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We come to be redeemed
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CHORUS
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Wonder Wheel
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| Josh Joplin Group |
