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I saw you on the roadWith a bag of clothes, and a shopping cartI saw you in DetroitIn a Cadillac, with a bloody noseI felt a little lost, from youInstead this time I rose, from youFrom me, well it's unlikelyIt's unlikely I didn't see you on, the television in the vanIn fact it wasn't long, in fact there's nothing at allI felt like you were looking at meThe truth I couldn't even seeInside, of your lifetimeOf your lifetimeInstead, I just got nice things, the thought of just meAnd I'm more than just meI've thought of mysteries, I haven't thought in yearsAnd now I'm solid like a rock I'm throughMy arteries are petrified like glueCan't you, help me moveCan you, help me move Help me From Letras Mania