Running away from the city where it started
Trying not to think of his friends ‘cause they had parted
What can I say? The illusion’s far from over
What can I say, it’s not all crimson and clover
Standing on the corner where the old school used to be
The carpark of the supermarket took the place of history
Lonely heart and lonely soul
Not much to care for and no one to hold
Lonely heart, and lonely soul
No direction and no goal…
Running and running finding no place to hide
The grass turned out to be brown on both sides
Lonely heart and lonely soul
Not much to care for and no one to hold
Lonely heart, and lonely soul
No direction and no goal
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