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Many days I’ve traveled but I know not where I’m going to
I’m lost, lost along the way
From mexico to paris, always the same solitary circle
In an empty café
Their faces were so empty meaningless and negative to me
I could have died
The bodies and the strangers reflected in their glasses as they drank not seeing eye to eye
Ride easy my friends this journey ends before it begins
Ride easy my friends this story ends before it begins
Long dead winter when I thought that
Spring would never come again melting the snow
Many days I’ve reveled evenings through to mornings
Through to evenings with nothing to show
Ride easy my friends this journey ends before it begins
Ride easy my friends this story ends before it begins, oh
Their faces were so empty meaningless and negative to me
I could have died
The bodies and the strangers reflected in their glasses as they drank not seeing eye to eye many days I’ve traveled going ¡®round in social circles lost, lost along the way
Many nights I’ve reveled but I thought I saw the message in a bottle and drifting away
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