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all the cars go where the sun was stations of transparent lives infinity in old blue jeans i'd live a lie if it agreed so in the morning, i am not alone the balledeers all hit their last note the crowd is headed to the door adios, that's how it goes a hotel guest a part time ghost this morning i was not alone it's not too late for another song when the drinks are deep and the winters long but the company still keeps lets hit the road and leave our names at home you know that i lose everything i own we're always coming into something new you know i lose everything i do lets hit the road and leave our names at home From Letras Mania