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AmWait, Cdear, a whGite horse is walkingD down my street here. Your words are creeping at my feet. I fear, that sunrise will come too soon and you'll disappear to the haze of this city and go south Oh no…
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AmWhoCa.. GSeems like I'm alwaysD on my own Am C Seems like I'm never coming home Seems like I'm always on my... AmAll the stars and boulCevards ain't close enouGgh for you D