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You left me standin' on the edge of a lakethey all left for Rome but I couldn't get a passport in two daysI guess a mistake they said, it just slip they mindand I'm standin' here on my own grindin' my timeI went to the man in the government officeasked him how fast I could get a ticket off this,silly ride, we call my dyin' days inside of this placehe said "your warrants for arrest, won't let you escape"So I said okay. I guess I'll just wait.send me a postcard, from the city of Rometell me all the pretty things about the girls that you knowbuy me a bottle of wine and send it far on airmail expressI'll drink it all alone inside my home by the lake and this messand I, thank you, for not leavin' in the night,and at least sayin' goodbye and lettin' me have my dignity rightand I know I'm just a little sad bastard makin' a mess of this stupid little story that's dancin' in my headbut when I, wake inside my bed,and you're goneI got nothin' better to do than stand outsideand wave to the geese flyin' over my front lawnso I eat sleep drink and count the walls and tilesand sit here and maybe try to crack a smilebut everyday I sit and think, of what'ch you doin' right nowLetras de cancionesmy friends and family, skipped town and left me all alone in this crowdand I know, I'm just a sad excuse for whatever - who cares,but the bottom line is, it's just a dream, and I wake up right herenext to you, next to your face, and inside of my bed, in my home in jacksonville where no one's going anywhereand I still, ain't got a passport or ticket off of this ride,but fuckin' a, I'll stick around, for the rest of my life.(When I'm rounding round the globe, and I'm doin' this, and I'm signing that and I'm trying, ... and I'm trying...) From Letras Mania