Letra Rudeboy Style - Dr. Ring-Ding
Standing at this bus stop with a suitcase in my hand i never thought i'd get this far
sick of people places seeing faces i can't stand don't know where my life went must have left in a bar
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this city's much to small with you running around nothing left for me anymore i'm leaving town
Couldn't wait to see you see the sunrise on your face out late together we'd make plans
meet you on the hill we'd make a bed of queen anne's lace now i sit alone this burning cigarette in my hand
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Jumping at shadows all the places i can't go hear l.a.'s nice this time of year
i can't bear seeing all the people that we used to know maybe there'll be solace at the bottom of one more beer
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