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The funniest girl I knew
Had as orange as Halloween
The bluest eyes that saw through
All the BS and

She was an artist from the
And she always from the bottom of her heart
And though her road was so
She finally made her way home
Yes, she finally her way back home

The loneliest kid I saw
Owned to an old man's hands
Sitting in front of a dime-store
In a place some called, 'The Promised

He had hollow eyes
But he was big like he'd won some kinda prize
He was ragged, he was rolling like a
In the dirty city streets he called home
Yeah, the dirty city streets that he called

Hobos, tramps and
Don't in box cars like they did before
Seems most of my heroes
Just ain't no more

Yeah, I know I'm to sing my songs
If you want to, you can sing
As you been on this road so
Won't you me find my way back home?
Help me find my way home

Won't you help me find my way home?
Help me find my way back