Yesterdays are gone Road is hard and long People carry on the best they can Bring down one more day Spending next weeks pay One more day of chasing, catching, gross mismatching blues But never satisfaction Kings Cross is my home And all night long I roam Begging cents from foreigners and friends Times a twisted road And speeds the only code Lifes a winding highway, byway, do it my way blues That never leads to answers And metho is my friend Yes, our love has one end Well be wed till death or blindness part Oh yeah General health is poor My eyes are soaking sore Seeking for some night spot dancer, find no answer blues Lord, please repeat the question
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