the blue yonder dreams and second hand shoes, you're so far gone that you live to lose. and it's too late to go home all alone. you're the tar in that old cigar and the worn out cable on a cable car and you're too tired to admit you've got to choose. i'm looking for a song to sing and i'm looking for a friend to borrow. i'm looking for my radio so i might find a heart to follow. i've never been just longing for your loving, i've never been just wearing down to nothing. i've never been just looking for a reason so that maybe you'll be thinking of me.
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every street in this city is the same to me. everyone's got a place to be, but theres no room for me. am i to blame when the guilt and the shame hang over me? like a dark cloud that chases you down in the pouring rain. it's so hard to find someone who cares about you, but it's easy enough to find someone who looks down on you. why is it so hard to find someone who cares about you when it's easy enough to find someone who looks down on you?