The Guest

The Bouncing Souls

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

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