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I'm looking for a job in this town I'm looking for a love in this crowd Cheap food is all I found thirteen feet under the ground So I walked away and hit the road Sitting here never helped at all Isolation never put me down thirteen feet under the ground Then I met a strange kind of a guy Black face white hands sort of a smile He did not speak barely made a sound thirteen feet under the ground I cry every night for my broken bones Each and every night I cry and I cradle my soul Full time job never been a good friend It's better to live a life then raise a cent All we need is trying to stay around And cheap food is all I found Isolation never put me down thirteen feet under the ground I cry every night for my broken bones Letras de canciones Each and every night I cry and I cradle my soul I'm looking for a job in this town I'm looking for a love in this crowd Cheap food is all I found thirteen feet under the ground (Thanks to zac for these lyrics) From Letras Mania