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i was laying in a parking lot.you were praying on a mountain toptill nothing felt the same.hold my shoes; let me walk the coals.television full of bullet holes,but still, i can't forget my name.you gotta be someone, somewhere, sometime.let me out; i wanna feel the cold.gotta borrow back what i sold.don't really need what i've been afterspent time with a lunatiche told me that you never get used to it, but if you listen close, you hear the laughter.and it'll take you so much time to get nothing on your mind.you gotta be someone, somewhere, sometime. From Letras Mania