3.The Guest
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
I like what I see
it's nothing special to me and nothing's coming down on me
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