I walked through city limits
Someone took me in to do it
Attracted by some force within
It had to close my eyes to get close to it
Around the corner where prophet lay
Saw the place where she'd a room to stay
A wire fence where children play
Saw the bed where the body lay
And I was looking for a friend of mine
And I had no time to waste
Yeah, I was looking for some friends of mine
The car screeched in the sand and dust
Heard a noise, just a car outside
Metallic blue turned red with rust
Pulled in close by the building's side
In a group of forgotten youth, had to think
Collect my senses now
Turned on to a knife edge view
Find some place where my friends don't go
And I was looking for a friend of mine
Down the streets the houses looked the same
Getting drunker now, faces look the same
I walked round and round, no stomach torn apart
Nail me to a train, had to think again
Trying to find a clue, trying to find a way to get out
Trying to move away, had to move away and keep out
Four, twelve windows, ten in a row behind a wall
I looked down, low the lights shine like a neon show
Inserted deep felt a warmer glow
No place to stop, no place to go
No to time to lose, had to keep on going
I guess they died some time ago
I guess they died some time ago
And I was looking for a friend of mine
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