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I am worn, frayed and torn An agent of love forlorn I am the city sweep, the petty thief with a stolen heart And I'm trying to find my way back to you and pick up from the start I rode the waves of fortune Til the ocean whispered your tune A lofty ledge and jagged edge I crashed upon Now I'm drowning trying to catch a glimpse of where you've gone Go let your hair down baby Your caress cannot save me A letter fetch as arms can't stretch across a sea And I'll be waiting on a couch somewhere for your reply From Letras Mania