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Sometimes I think, well, this is it
When the days of the week and I don't fit
I wander out the door alone
Many miles from my home

And the neon makes the street look like it was a warm summer's day
But it's thirty five degrees and you're still seven miles away
You force a smile every once in a while for the people that you meet
But your feet were cold as the sun rose

And a new day had begun
Sure hopes it's better than the last one
I'm feeling like I've walked for days
And a few miles back, I lost my way

And the neon makes the street look like it was a warm summer's day
But it's thirty five degrees and you're still seven miles away
You force a smile every once in a while for the people that you meet
But your feet were cold as the sun rose

So you sit down to rest your bones
At a little place on the side of the road
You found yourself a cure for sin
Then stagger out the door again

And the neon makes the street look like it was a warm summer's day
But it's thirty five degrees and you're still seven miles away
You force a smile every once in a while for the people that you meet
But your feet were cold as the sun rose over you