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I'm sitting in the fieldish street of the dirty old town
This song drives me crazy makes my head turn around
The trees here are my only friends make a shadow on the street
Some food and some money you know that's what I need
Yes I got to walk on to find my way, my way back home

The beams of the yellow hell are burning my throat
My stomach is in tea there's no problem to roll
This f****** loneliness is blowing blowing down my mind
Some food and some money won't you please be so kind
Yes I got to walk on to find my way, my way back home
Yes I got to to find my way back home

I'm sitting in the fieldish street of the dirty old town
This song drives me crazy makes my head turn around
The trees here are my only friends make a shadow on the street
Some food and some money you know that's what I need

The beams of the yellow hell are burning my throat
My stomach is in tea there's no problem to roll
This f****** loneliness is blowing blowing down my mind
Some food and some money won't you please be so kind
Yes I got to walk on to find my way, my way back home

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