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5:43 a.m. - September 09, 2003 He got out of town On a railway, New York bound Took all except my name Another alien out on Broadway Some things in this world you just can't change Some things you can't see until it gets too late Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me from all I'm up against out in this world And maybe, maybe, maybe You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you Then you should turn yourself around and come on home I've got a hole in me now Yeah, I've got a scar I can talk about He keeps a picture of me In his apartment, in the city Some things in this world, man, they don't make sense Some things you don't need until they leave you Then they're things that you miss Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me from all I'm up against out in this world And maybe, maybe, maybe You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you Then you should turn yourself around and come on home Let that city take you in Come on home Let that city spit you out Let that city take you down down For Gods Sake turn around! Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me from all I'm up against out in this world And maybe, maybe, maybe You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you Then you should turn yourself around and come on home
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