Walking down the lonely road
There's a girl he'd like to meet
Whistling out a distant tune
His footsteps keep the beat
He looks around to find some peace
But there's hatred all around
Cautious hearts and careful tongues
Love's a thirsty hound
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
There are windows that he can't repair
Stones he can't unturn
Souls that go through wear n tear
Virgins don't return
Gods that bless and gods that kill
Stretchmarks on the sun
Presley, Marley, Jackson gone
And Bieber's number one
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
Flocks of people on the run
In a race that never ends
Clueless minds and blinded souls
Crashing at the bends
He plucks his strings and croons a tune
His heart is what he sings
You can choose to race the rats again
Or heal your wounded wings
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
There's a girl he'd like to meet
Whistling out a distant tune
His footsteps keep the beat
He looks around to find some peace
But there's hatred all around
Cautious hearts and careful tongues
Love's a thirsty hound
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
There are windows that he can't repair
Stones he can't unturn
Souls that go through wear n tear
Virgins don't return
Gods that bless and gods that kill
Stretchmarks on the sun
Presley, Marley, Jackson gone
And Bieber's number one
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
Flocks of people on the run
In a race that never ends
Clueless minds and blinded souls
Crashing at the bends
He plucks his strings and croons a tune
His heart is what he sings
You can choose to race the rats again
Or heal your wounded wings
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
And he says my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-
my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my-o-my
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