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While you were out...
The message says
You left a number and I tried to call your name
But they wrote it down
In a perfect Spanish scrawl,
In a perfect Spanish scrawl.
Yet again I'm missing you.
King size bed in a hotel someplace
I hear your name,
I see your face.
I see your face.
The back street dolls and the side door johnnies
The wide eyed boys with their bags full of money
Back in the alley going bang to the wall
Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl.
Heaven wouldn't be so high I know
If the times gone by hadn't been so low.
The best laid plans come apart at the seams
And shatter all my dreams.
Sometimes I feel like screaming...
Close my eyes it's times like this
My head goes down
And the only thing I know
Is the name of this town,
Name of this town.
Yet again I'm missing you
Won't be long I'm coming home
Until that distant time
I'll be moving on.
I'll be moving on.
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