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Lost roads and towns of which nobody's found the name all the children drowned and there's no one around to blame lost roads and towns left to wilder in seed and snow as the sun goes down that's where I'd like to go everytime you feel wonderful, baby, I feel bad either you don't love me or I don't love you, oh yeah when you remind me of all the good times I feel sad either you don't love me or I don't love you, oh yeah you and me in the waiting room of a disused railroad station scavenging for a few antiques, we'll make a fortune just have patience if we find an old signal box you can write your dissertation. From Letras Mania